Patient Death
High
above
rich wetland
a lone kestrel .
Patient death beating,
fixed in measureless blue.
Elegant white swans swim through
rare grasses greeting migrating
geese sliding in with the setting sun.
Darkness falls, who will sing the requiem?
Copyright © Diana Rosser | Year Posted 2012
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