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