The coolest draft wafts
Through the branches of the tree,
Ruffling its leaves
As I lie curled up with my book
In the elbow of its crook;
With creaks and groans like old bones,
Branches spread wide overhead,
Roots range far across this resting place,
The quick nourished by the dead,
This cemetery comforts me
With Life’s circle of eternity.
©DGA 08 June 2012 11:21
About adeeyoyoI am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!
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