To the millions who have come before
ghosts now sleeping under waning moonlight
the stars have given a simple message
It seems wrapped in the color of changing seasons
lost in whispers of the living—
wind in tall grass gently sighing
as mist rolls in over lowland plains
hiding the remnants of both the living and the dead
all below a sky that weeps
and watches the slow coming of the rains of fate
Happy New Year! The world, despite all our efforts, is still spinning. Not sure if I’m more relieved or surprised about it. I know one thing for sure: whatever happens this year, I’m determined to live it differently than the last.
Photo by Jeffrey Czum from Pexels
2 responses to “Wind in Tall Grass”
This is beautiful! Love the visuals!
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Thanks so much! Glad you enjoyed it (: