I raked leaves
with my bare hands,
not to burn,
(cremation is so cold),
but to place around younglings
for the coming winter,
to warm and nourish
as they melt into the soil
from which they were born.
Whispering Wind
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oh, gorgeously touching scene! beautifully worded! Brilliant!
as it should be–mulch, mulch, mulch….nice image and thought
from death comes life
i tried doing that with people but it gets real stinky
Sumedh,
Thank you for your kind words!
Scot,
Yes, mulch! Thanks a bunch.
Ozy,
Hahaha…I’d say stinky is the word for it.
Sorry for being absent so long. I’m working to obtain my graduate degree and it takes most of my off work time and my brain power to do so. My writing time has suffered so terribly. But, on the positive side…I get some time off in December, AND I’m now over half way finished. I should complete the program in April.