Dead Leaves Fall
Dead leaves fall, tumbling to the ground.
Beneath gray roots, where freed souls escape,
Near rough stones of chiseled names etched year round,
On the cliff above where the sea takes shape.
Women search an empty sky and cry.
They find nothing there but a sad sea.
No sense or reason, just a whispered why,
And bodies of men with their ship's debris.
Tomorrow brings the fires of right and wrong,
When those who go to sea await their fate.
Winter comes early, cold night will be long.
The sea gives up its dead for those who wait.
Standing alone, a bell rings for the names.
They pray, recite words over an over.
Broken ships washing ashore, still in flames,
Lighting the darkness of their lives allover.
contest..Tales from the dark side.
5/17/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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