Michael Edwards

A DISARRAY OF COUPLETS

 

 

Shod in shoes of silence

she walked in the steps of the dead.

 

 

When weighed on the scales of perception

she was deigned of humble means.

 

 

Time brings softening influences

when all around is black.

 

 

Within the orchards firm embrace

her tears swelled clustering fruit.

 

 

Her tokens of love

confirmed by her trust.

 

 

Memories fade and bruises pale

but scars remain to tell the tale.