“Someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.”
―
Dead trees wave
in remembrance of pain,
burnt out embers
starkly remain…
assuming a descent onto dark earth
brittle branches crack
coveting rebirth…
whispering
wondering
if resonance still lingers
of ailing limbs
where vitality withers,
and crashing and burning
to ashen gloom,
the kind earth receives grief
into her
womb…