A Transient Delight
The path I tread right now is rough, unclear,
Dark clouds loom over all that I hold dear.
Although my body has not failed me yet,
And on I bounce, no obvious cause to fret,
Inside me grows a mass, malignant, cruel,
And laughs at me for being such a fool.
A fool to think that things would never change,
That ever onwards I would gaily range
Across this damp, expansive, Northern land,
At once inspiring, peaceful, wild, and grand.
Should I feel grateful to have known the feel,
Of happiness, of life lived free and real?
I look ahead and see a mountain capped
With freshly fallen snow. I sit down, rapt,
And contemplate the thin veneer of white.
Such unexpected, transient delight.
Just hours later, melted clean away,
Like us, its time on earth too short a stay.