The Freshly Dug Grave

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Pines release their yellow pollen Gold coats all surfaces Unaware of the freshly grave dug Sadness family faces A lovely spring day for some gathered Rain clouds for others there Standing side by side each person Of emotions unaware Yellow swallowtail butterfly Floats 'pon spring's breeze A pleasant surprise on this day Graces the grave with ease New life expressed through its soft flight Yellow, bright, and sunny Much like the deceased's pleasant life She lived quiet and homey

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Robert Lindley

Date: 3/29/2015 12:23:00 PM

A7. Beauty and sadness are not strangers. We often think how sad something so beautiful has to die but imagine earth if nothing died. This is a gem that shines for many reasons, not the least of which is its message, even in death life carries forth.. Bravoooooooooo!!!!

Jack Horne

Date: 3/28/2015 5:32:00 AM

what a beautiful and thoughtful poem

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/27/2015 9:24:00 AM

- Awesome! - I wish you a beautiful and relaxed weekend, dear Sara :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

David Fisher

Date: 3/26/2015 7:35:00 PM

I love this poem...when reading the title I was drawn to read it and was entertained.

Jaycee Cervenka

Date: 3/26/2015 8:58:00 AM

Very lovely job illustrating the juxtaposition of the end of life with the newness of Spring. The butterfly on the grave--Beautiful.~Jan

Constance La France

Date: 3/26/2015 8:42:00 AM

Sara, I love, love, love this poem, a bit different for you but you captured beauty where sadness exists, so well written, a perfect 7 . . . .

James Peranteau

Date: 3/26/2015 7:53:00 AM

Beautiful dear poet ! A pleasant journey through this write...TY Have a bless day ! Much love, james

Emile Pinet

Date: 3/26/2015 7:23:00 AM

The freshness of life and sting of death are well represented in your words and comes out well in your poem as they adorn the page with their starkness of truth and sadness. Emile.