Under daphne’s tutu blooms
moody croci nightly close
leach the bones in decompose.
No need entombed, casement
closed, time less-fragile kisses dust.
Buried then, and kept our loss.
At dVerse poets pub, Pamela Sayers writes about home. Her poem The Lure of Beauty is breath-taking. CLick the link to read.
I live in a city surrounded by and infused with natural beauty. Mountains and ocean, grays, blues, and greens to spill your heart for. Today, I wrote close to home; near the place I rest my head at night. This is a poem about the four-legged loved ones buried in the front yard.