Mourning Bird

Death.....
The remnants of your life
written out on a stone.
For too long
has it sat unattended
grass and moss now overgrown.

The passage of time
leaves none coming to call.
The fading marker of existence
becoming not but
a mere smooth marble wall.

Take this not to be sadness
be you long ago dead,
be ne'er forlorn
raise your ghostly head.
In the light of day
as insects upon your stone play
and dance on the grave
at least the crows
will come to mourn.

On a knoll near the wood
where other stones once stood
a tall willow for you alone
seemingly weeps.
The hope lost long ago
when the willow wind blows
that time would bring forth 
a visitor or two.

The summer wind is gone
the fall leaves have moved on
winter has taken its turn
on your facing for many a year.
For all the sadness and shame
none can be to blame
for all of humanity has passed;
no one left to shed a tear.

Life still renews
hope returns as spring ensues.
The wind, the willow
and all the years seasons
your stone now adorns;
is a part of the reason
as you rot in Earths pillow
to ne'er feel alone.
That is why I say
when all have gone away
the crows will still come to mourn.

Reviews

[Katannaism]

The way you can capture such strong, raw and personal emotions so well it truly amazes me. Take it easy, yeah? But excellent write!

[Kathryn]

I'm growing a little unnerved by how many of your poems are about death, but you always manage to capture the emotions perfectly. Amazing as always - well done :)

[State of Grace]

Amazing as always! :)

[A.E. Surdam]

Beautiful. I like it. :)

[raindroplove]

:)