The leaves wait
in their dying season
for the wind to sing
its hymn of grief.
It is the herald
to begin their
descent to lay
upon fallen loved ones.
Nature and humanity
gather for a memorial
to speak of the glory of life
and the union in eternal rest.
Marble stones and earth
both implore, “Please remember me.”
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Magpie Tales Prompt: # 90
Magpie Tales Prompt: # 90
live2write2day Prompt: November
Comments
very fine poem Susie
its hymn of grief"
This was a beautifully written poem!
love it!
JJRod'z
I have read this numerous times and still enjoy it each time. The wind singing its grief, that is a very powerful line and it reached out and grabbed me by the throat.
I really like the "dying season", "hymn of grief" and "to lay upon fallen loved ones".
Nice poetry.
Anna :o]