seeded grass grows tall
over the newly dug grave
quickly hiding wounds
white apple blossoms
have long shriveled and fallen
leaving fruit filled limbs
storms throughout the night
soften the earth, sprinkle it
with small, green apples
fawns on spindly legs
feast on the wind blown sour fruit
hide in the grasses
dawn streaks the sky scarlet, pink
a new day begins
Jul 02, 2013 @ 20:20:32
Very beautiful!
Jul 02, 2013 @ 20:56:29
Sad and sweet and true…
…and the form fits you so well…
The haiku sonnet, like the contemplative poet’s “little black dress”…
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Jul 03, 2013 @ 00:00:10
Beautiful, I love your expressions.
Jul 03, 2013 @ 00:59:34
Somber and lovely. Life does move on.. Slowly
Jul 03, 2013 @ 03:01:47
What a wonderful poem to come back to! Quite marvelous.
Jul 03, 2013 @ 19:58:20
Third verse exquisite and bitterly juicy!
Jul 08, 2013 @ 11:58:56
This is whole and sad and beautiful and true. ((Sigh)) Good work.
Jul 16, 2013 @ 23:39:28
Loved the poem, one worth reading over and over!