petals fall from heaven
a rain in crimson
we each carry thorn
scratched grey of flint
loss given to tristesse
eyes given to cinereal
as pussy willow given
to ash, then to wind
lone cry in the woods
as to gloaming begins
to ash, to wind
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petals fall from heaven
a rain in crimson
we each carry thorn
scratched grey of flint
loss given to tristesse
eyes given to cinereal
as pussy willow given
to ash, then to wind
lone cry in the woods
as to gloaming begins
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4 responses to “to ash, to wind”
What lasts? Beautifully rendered.
Thanks Bob 🙂
Melancholic, yet I sense the hint of rebirth.
Perhaps. As they say: never say never.