The cemetery is alive
With freshly cut mums and poinsettias.
Gathering people make it even more abuzz.
A crisp wind blows
Over each receding blade of grass –
Slowly turning them the color of brass.
A handful of tombstones –
Sun-dappled underneath oak trees –
Are scratched by fallen amber leaves.
The crucifixion mound
Overlooking it inspires the Christmas spirit
Within the hearts of those who visit.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2025 13:32
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Comments2
Some very nice lines (A handful of tombstones –Sun-dappled underneath oak trees –Are scratched by fallen amber leaves.) lovely
great write
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