i rewrote this because of PoetJanstie‘s gentle nudge… thank you for making the wheels turn again – much appreciated. it would not leave me alone. 🙂
autumn’s gift, draped carefully
enshrouding
mournful paths to the past,
to soothe
tears’ burdensome sting ~
sweet sadness,
uplifted by nature’s gentle touch
rows and rows ~
gravestones,
towering high, majestic
some small,
cracked and bruised
frail and broken
forlorn?
forgotten?
old, they whisper
venerable
the earthen beds…
monuments in time
names, embedded in stone
moss-accentuated ~
i picture their faces,
and breathe life
into the Long Gone
one more time
the oaks’ heavy boughs
pick my thoughts,
extract,
lift with ease, to join
trees’ leafy heads (up in the clouds) ~
as if they weigh nothing
and in the company
of the dead
i feel comforted,
for they know all the stories,
smile warmly
and never judge
and in the company
of the dead
i find
my heart,
my voice,
my sweet solitude.
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photo credits: jamiesanford.com
beautiful poem, thoughtfully put together. and thank you for liking the post on my blog, please recommend it to your friends and social media contacts