Leaves of Life
We mourn the death of those
who through a season shared,
wept the morning dews,
their white veined fingers
wave at the rain, snickering,
cling through the breaths
of gnashed clouds.
Then, each singular body falls
and becomes one pile of many,
like griefs we labor to endure
become memories of many lost
yet never truly...gone.
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2019
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