I try to count my dead
and their gifts,
but there are too many.
The garden is buried in leaves.
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02 November 2008
Day of the Dead
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piles of dry crumpled leaves
cover all that was alive
like memories of those I've lost
bury my heart and soul
Posted by: | 03 November 2008 at 03:46 PM
That crow/raven foreshadowed the serious tone of your poem. Strong vivid ending "the garden is *buried* in leaves. I enjoyed the poem link reference, too.
Posted by: GeL(Emerald Eyes) | 04 November 2008 at 07:20 PM