Graveyard of bloom,
cenotaph to life –
all is still.
Last season’s prospects
come here to
mark the place
where the brave have fallen,
and the heroes wither.
Crude crosses, these –
a lid to keep the suffering at bay.
But beneath the headstones,
life is re-born;
nutrient-rich,
decomposition feeds the sod.
After the first sleep of death,
the Reign of the Living
will find its birth
beneath the
graveyard of bloom.
Oh, WOW, Melody!! Really rich today!
Told ya there were deep thoughts a-comin’! 🙂
Graveyard of bloom…I like it. Nice one, Melody.
Thanks Rob!
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I loved the deepness of this . .. great job , Melody! Nothing stops you!
There s just so much to learn from the fall season – thank you Debbie!
You have decoded death
🙂 Now on to solving World Hunger…. 🙂
LOL 🙂
Beautiful!!
Thank you very much! 🙂