Snuff the flame,
Choking,
Gasping for air,
To see the end near.
A waft of smoke
Signaling the end.
It cries not for its demise,
Instead standing tall
Amongst molten diversity,
All for the chance to be reborn.
With the next strike
Of the match.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Structures age with time
Flesh and blood or stone and wood
It does not matter
All things will turn to dust
Whether we like it or not
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
Crackle of winter
Frost covered grass falls to fate
It happens yearly
Then spring consummates marriage
And nature’s children are born
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn of a new day
A blank slate awaits us all
Let us not waste it
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We live life in fear
Afraid of the dark, of death
Of what comes after
Why, when we’ve done this before
Many, many times over
We’re born and reborn
Working on our mortal souls
Until we become as one
…With the Divine
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There’s nothing to fear
Death cannot hostage my soul
For it’s immortal
Born and reborn many times
Until reaching perfection
When it is released
Into the Lord’s loving hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dawn calls upon me
Her robes, red, orange, blue–calming
Life’s resurrection
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Leaf saunters downward
Unable to cling to life
Winter has conquered
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blossoms fold in chill of fall
Sleep, to sleep as winter crawls
To wake again when spring returns
Sun and warmth and blue sky yearns
Glorious colors for the time must leave
Like lovers parted must surely grieve
We say goodbye for now dear friends
Awaiting the time you bloom again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A new day,
Erupting with the rise of the tangerine sun,
Just the hint of a paper moon for company before it waves goodbye.
The chance for a fresh beginning,
A farewell to the past.
Yesterday is gone,
Relegated to history…never to return.
‘Tis the beauty of birth–
Offered with each midnight stroke
Comes the infancy of the virgin day.
Is this not a wondrous affair,
A gift not to be squandered?
Wallowing in regret serves no one,
Doing nothing, but smothering the soul;
Lashing out violently–
Becoming master if permitted.
Embrace this moment,
Releasing the past to its tomb.
O’ the possibilities that await us,
With the opportunity to be reinvented
–By the casting of our dreams.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 