Cool grass
wet rain soaked
fallen leaves bled
dead, decayed
ghostly offerings
wet bark, moss and bones
damp, gray and gone
birth of blue light sun lives one
burning into tomorrow
when yesterday becomes
the past, the dust
of us
poetry & things
Cool grass
wet rain soaked
fallen leaves bled
dead, decayed
ghostly offerings
wet bark, moss and bones
damp, gray and gone
birth of blue light sun lives one
burning into tomorrow
when yesterday becomes
the past, the dust
of us