In Repose

She sensed a chill

within the winds

long before

the winter

as barren vines

made evident

the end

was dwelling

near her.

Brittle leaves,

like teardrops,

f

e

l

l

upon a golden sea

one

by

one,

in silence,

quelled

&

barren

stood the

t

r

e

e

s.

atop

the cemetery knoll,

with autumn

at its crest,

the day lost warmth,

the evening fell,

with frost

on bird and nest.

fear consumed

her final breath,

the ashes

fell like

*

* * n * *

* s * * o *

* * w * *

*

~

EaRtH

m i r r o r e d

d e r o r r i m

H E R

~

as

she laid ’ rest

the dreams

she’ll never

know.