FOR THE DEAD
 
willows weep
 
silent stoic
 
poised in saintly supplication
 
bitter surroundings meld
 
leaving barren crusts of earth exposed
 
ancient roots bleached white
 
cling together
 
as the onslaught of night continues unabated
 
frost heaves deeply cut
 
furrow frozen ground, winds moan
 
incessantly digress to a Winter\'s canticle
 
paying homage to the dead
 
by Michael Perry
 
(copyright MOBIUS) 25th edition

I really enjoy the deceptive simplicity of this!

Hi Cordelia
 
 
 
Thank you for stopping by to comment, I appreciate it very much!.  regards Mike