Leaves And Venus
Trees have died in this night.
A void left in the heart of a mother.
Tears of leaves are left swaying in the wind.
Autumn brought roaming shadows that began formulating.
The lover looked on broken hearted as its tears matched the season.
Distilled in rain
the funeral ended.
In the coming days the love and the trees will be rekindled.
Spring will beutify the dead and ressurect life and love once again.