Bereavement

Flowers fold petals
Curtains close
Eye lids grow
heavy
End of dawn
sets.

Light fades into
ink
Words drift
disembodied
Feelings sink
deep.

Times remembered
lost
Frosts crystals
weep
Night sleeps.

by David Taylor

Comments (2)

Just beautiful. A slow sinking. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem is wonderful