Bitter Ground

Gently falling frail and dead
drifting slowly brown and red
until they softly end their passage
to the wet and bitter ground.

Where we all place our sorrow
we’ll all be buried there tomorrow
the leaves end their journey
upon the wet and bitter ground.

From dust to dust
for fall we all must
and end our long passage down
to the wet and bitter ground.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s