Quartet

[goldenrod]

"lost..."

In abundance grows
the wild red rose
that seeded on her grave.
Engulfed...
a wooden marker,
whereon,
a poem was engraved.
********************
"Vowed to love and cherish,
when our wedding bells
did chime.
I will join you,
in this resting place,
whenever,
comes the time"
********
"study in brown"

Brown leaves,
curled at the edges,
leather tough,
drained of life.
Rain, into muddy gutter borne.

Oblivion?
***************

"echoes to infinity"

Locked in amber
creatures small,
from proto-times
til man's last fall.
Unaware of homo-sapient's
follies and dreams.
His ever ongoing,
primal screams...
********************

"fields of sorrow."

I have seen the answers
In fresh turned graves
To questions asked
By white-hot muzzle flashes.

The earth replenished.
Well known the nourishment.
Making anew,
The sweet red poppies...bloom.


goldenrod.