Covered in Dust

Andrew Charles Forrest

 

Covered in Dust

 

The roses, I no longer mourn

They blew, in the wind from the north

I leave them a day and they’re gone

They leave without saying goodbye

The sun though is bright has no warmth

So the garden is starting to tire

Like a painting so covered in dust

That the colours look faded and dry

There are no spider webs in the morning

Silky marvels of circular art

Autumn cleans for a new generation

There’s no time to stand idly by

And we must pack away for the winter

To remove all the clutter we collect

For the children are coming behind us

They are readied, so now we can die.

  • Author: Andrew Charles Forrest (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2017 09:41
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Tony36

    Wonderful write

  • Francesco

    What a beautiful, evocative write. Much enjoyed it!

  • Neville

    Your words just sent a shiver up & down the entire length of my spine so they did... stark reality mixed with a touch of poetry will do it every time ... Neville



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