John Lawless Poet Free verse

A Too Late Peace

There was a calm to the sadness
rueful rustlings of passing leaves
paying homage to listless limbs.
A feral-cat-like silence stalking
warily watching the wind
smooth away life’s traces.
Doves cooing in a tower
overseeing a sunset’s tears
promising a too late peace.


John G. Lawless
©1/4/2019

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Becca Teagan January 4, 2019 at 3:25 PM John I feel this sadness in my bones.... and it brings a tear to my eyes. I'd like to think it's never too late for peace to come, but sometimes it just is, and you've described it masterfully. John Lawless January 7, 2019 at 8:18 AM Yes, Becca, it seems that peace always comes too late for too many. Thanks for stopping by, always appreciated