30 Poems in 30 Days, Day 1
Prompt: Use the word Pattern in the first line and/or the last line of your poem.
The pattern of my life
is little changed.
I walk always with you.
That music we used to play
echoes here still
as if yesterday it sounded
sweet in the keen memory
and softly sad
though I no longer weep.
Spring is greening the hills
with welcome rain.
We pray it will be enough.
The seasons too are unchanged.
Life continues on
in familiar, relentless pattern.
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