Sunday, September 4, 2011

Gray Moss

all that is left now
heavy moss around the stone
flowers turn to weeds


Jim said...

I am thinking, Melanie, that those were beautiful flowers in the spring.
Come to think of it, none of us are very good looking when we grow old.

Anonymous said...

So sad.

The Write Girl said...

What imagery you create with your words. There is a sadness and beauty in this poem as well. Lovely!

Cheryl said...