Moss creeps up identical gravestones
as armies once conquered lands;
water droplets cover grass
like tears rest on eyelashes;
bitter cold air whips past creaking trees,
spurred on by unending regrets;
ancient trees covered in scars and wrinkles
betray the misery accompanying life;
ivy clings on a tree’s trunk
as desperate as a lover’s final embrace;
shadows of bare gnarled branches
paint the ground in abstract art;
a sea of fragile daisies
formed by long-forgotten smiles;
the dynamic rush of a stream
fills the air with a symphony of echoed laughter;
a gentle breeze envelopes the forget-me-nots
like a mother’s comforting caress;
tentatively, a delicate carnation blooms
in the colour of rosy cheeks;
freshly mown grass
creates a perfume of forgotten pasts and new beginnings;
dead leaves etched with veins
let their lifeblood seep into the ground.
[Kirsty Campbell]
Image courtesy of Aike Jansen
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