Red roses wait……..
sun’s sweet touch
a dust of rain.
Church bell tolls
it’s Sunday vows
& you are gone from us.
Sunrise blasts early
5.a.m. swallows cry
beneath the house
& I am finished with this nest
the children flown while all around
time speeds up
it’s industry.
Last week, last year, last century
all lost in the snip snap of
bone’s crack
an echo of this song.