Three Stones at Pleasant Ridge
A Bird’s Song for GMRWeep! weep!
He lies asleep,
And will not wake to keep
The promises he made, for deep
Are graves, and steep.
He lies asleep,
And will not wake to keep
The promises he made, for deep
Are graves, and steep.
StellaGold and white flowers used to fill
my crystal vases;
now, instead of daffodil
and white rose, on my low hill
clover and ferns grow, and a bee grazes
one pink blossom, wild and still
in the green mazes.
my crystal vases;
now, instead of daffodil
and white rose, on my low hill
clover and ferns grow, and a bee grazes
one pink blossom, wild and still
in the green mazes.
LorenaI will shelter here,
sharing with these silent friends,
nights of black velvet;
~
Leaves of gold and flame
falling from the autumn sky
will adorn my bed.
sharing with these silent friends,
nights of black velvet;
~
Leaves of gold and flame
falling from the autumn sky
will adorn my bed.
~
Winds of many moods
and melodies will whisper
soft like a lover,
and melodies will whisper
soft like a lover,
~
While I close my eyes
as petals of petunias
close in the darkness.
as petals of petunias
close in the darkness.
Page 22 (copyright 2001 Joanne R. Cage)
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