To Wake

If I were to hear

Of the final year

My months wouldn’t wait

No favorites to anticipate

If I were to reason

This my only season

What blooms in snow!

What greenery in fall!

What hush of colors!

What chill of summer!

If I were to wake

Be told of last day

What splendor

The hour would make

Beloved this day

I wake now

With sacred certainty

of the impermanence

Everything gorgeous!