The land is in mourning,
pewter and cold rains
drench flowers
belonging to a summertime
long gone;
a time shudders back there
quietly awaiting an end.
Life after life falls
away from abandonment,
and hope, perhaps
absolving those that could
end or ease their suffering.
Tiny fingers release,
with last gasps, a clasp
and bitter struggle with white lights
and dreams in an idyllic garden
once tended for a burgeoning future,
both of which are smoking
and can survive no longer.
Slowly they close their eyes.
O lost and tranquil peace,
how weary they must be
and wonder –
is this perhaps death?
Anita Kulkarni Nabonne writes poetry, stories and verses for children and has had articles published for Conservation. She has appeared in anthologies by Forward Press and Dogma. Six poems were published in Winamop magazine and a short story published by Fiction magazines. Three poems appear in Praxis magazine (Poets for Peace collaboration) and soon a poem will be included in an anthology to be released.
From the North East of the UK, she lives with her American husband. Her blog is https://writingasitcomes.wordpress.com/
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