The Weeping Path

Come find answers—

whisper at the moon

its light draped over the trees here

the weeping path

and laid over shoulders bent

still carrying a thing long ago interred

The way it all decays…

Breathe in together the sweet scent

down to the deepest

to an iron fist holding fast to dreams fading

Loosen the grip of those muscles that crave stillness

bones encased in silver and gold

and washed with their share of the blood

See there, on far horizons

signal fires scorch the sky

calling all armies to the red field

and always the rains come after they’ve passed by

to wash away the ash

Happy December!

Photo by Kym MacKinnon on Unsplash

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