Mt drawing.

I do not intend to stop for death.
To wait silently,
as a spider in a dank hole.
Not really knowing,
and at the end…. knowing.

No kneeling down,
filled with tears for me…..
Perhaps death is kind,
and will wait….. for a while.

But, I will dispute
my rendezvous with death
for as long as possible.

Or at least until spring returns,
with rustling shade.
And brings back those bright blue days.