Blurring the Boundaries

Photo by Paul Dorpat
Waking to an April snow
Confuses and confounds
Blossoms bent and broken low
Chill wind blows out of bounds.

Bright color fades now into white
Forgotten summer’s promise
As winter reasserts its right
To cloak and coat in ice.

My breath fog blurs each step I take
And stumbling forth may fall
Now wait for spring and must forsake
Predictability at all.

Each breath I take could be my last
My heart beats into silence
The boundaries blur as time has passed
From death to life transcendence.