UNDER THE SOURWOOD TREE

Nature’s passing

My eyes capture a glimpse

of a Robin Red Breast

who lays at my feet

his breath labored

as is mine

I sink to my knees

my spirit crushed

as is his

we mourn as a pair

as his wind ceases 

eyes lock

I bury him 

under the Sourwood Tree

dig with raw hands

blanket him with rich soil

Fall leaves flow

to bedeck his grave

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a incredibly intense moment written as an allegory that brings to mind many different ways that we could all be more in touch with our humanity. This is an excellent example of show instead of tell, using vivid detailed images to evoke strong feelings. In today's world, we practically walk by mass shootings every week without blinking anymore. That's why your well-crafted scene shows us how much of our humanity we're steadily losing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kelly Scheppers]

I had a nest of mourning doves, two fledglings that were taken in the night by a raccoon. It broke my heart, for they were two young to fly to defend themselves. Nature is so precious. All life matters!

[Lea Sheryn]

Such a bittersweet little poem. Although the topic is sad, the intensity of your feelings are captured so beautifully. Thank you for sending me the read request.