Day 23: Flowers and Bones

the grass is green
Flowers. sitting neatly in rows
far more than we can name
roses, daises, this one’s favorite,
or maybe not?
violets freely kissing the ground,
repelled by what lies below.
Stone figures,
sweetly dwelling
benches, for the nostalgic
hearts and wandering minds
trees casting shade
and winds sighing through them
have no fear of the bones
or ghosts that linger
we’ll join them in the end.

Garden is actually a graveyard. This idea has been floating through my head, would like to work on this a bit more.



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