Let the horns
blow gently in the background
as the instrumental choice
breaks their hearts, the soft
lament of winter’s approach
and spring’s forgotten haze
is only a melody of memory
played out down the years
with summer an extension
of the orchestra’s belief
and autumn the tumbling farewell;
let the horns blow gently
for you are a King
with compassion in your heart
as the instrumental break
shows only too well.
Dedicated to John Jenkins.
Ian D. Hall 2016