Death owns the mossed headstones
orphaned by time and muted stories
no longer spoken in mortal’s rockery.
Fallen epitaphs .... names surrender
to nature’s bloom and winter frost,
broken granite bouquets tied with wild roses.
Where pain no longer visits, peace speaks
poetry through meadowlark and aspen sigh, souls long gone
now rest as poems cradled in the arms of Mother Earth.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
#napowritmo2020 Day 25
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - rockery