Sunrise and Moonfall (Memento Mori)

The shadow of a bird 

flying up in the sky 

runs along the ground 

where there used to be a tree. 

Sunrise and moonfall, transitory. 

 Sparks fly up into

 the cold of the night, 

 a baby takes a breath 

 and her mother says goodbye. 

 Sunrise and moonfall, transitory. 

 Memento mori. 

A Magnolia tree 

pink and white 

loses all its blossoms 

in the rainstorm overnight. 

Sunrise and moonfall, transitory. 

 I’m not ready 

 for the rain to stop just yet,

 I’ll continue walking 

 though I am getting wet. 

 Sunrise and moonfall, transitory. 

 Memento mori.

It’s a song I wrote as I carried mail yesterday and today.