Patient death

High
above
rich wetland
a lone kestrel.

Patient death beating,
fixed in measureless blue.

Elegant white swans swim through
rare grasses greeting migrating
geese sliding in with the setting sun.

Darkness falls, who will sing the requiem?

poem by Diana RosserReport problemRelated quotes
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