Michael Edwards

A LIFELESS LAND

 

 

 

A LIFELESS LAND

 

 

Beneath a low imperious sky

the stagnant waters languid lie

a lifeless land where no wind blows

where willows weep and dank grass grows

no water fowl, no rustling leaves

no bird notes echo from the trees

no other sounds are heard invading

only footsteps slowly fading

from the path now scarcely found

which weaves its way to higher ground.