Brown lime-leaves spiral to the sky
moved by the spirit as the hallowed breeze
brings damp discord to this sodden day.
The murmured prayer of those invisible
muttering with the aching trees
as spotted ash leaves fall.
From the earth they grew
to the earth they return
from the earth, new life will rise.
Wow. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat’s lovely, and definitely deserves a pebble. Thank you!
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