ed roa

each petal that falls even
from the homeliest blossom
is grieved by the congregation
of blooms in the garden

a solitary demise
is not an isolation

though not heard nor seen
the emptiness it creates
hangs heavy and tumid
untunes the euphony of echoes
and casts thick darkness
in the serenity of white clouds
puts the glade, the lake in gloom

pink and yellow bells toll
an earnest elegy for the fallen

erikestabrook

marvelous, I love the nature poetry probably the most of any genre

just marvelous poetry throughout

ed roa

Thanks again Erikestabrook