Lingering Over It

[Lingering over it,]


Lingering over it,
Wanting to make it last
Longer.
Still,
It ends.

No joy
That doesn't cease.
No life that goes on
Forever.

The poet writes
Then puts down
His pen.

The singer comes
To the end
Of her song.

Autumn now:
The leaves falling.

Beautiful world
That persists
When words stop.

Beautiful words
That lift the world
In a song of praise
That drifts
Like a leaf in a breeze.



Gregory Orr

Posted over on Poetry Daily