Inspired by RM’s song, “Wildflowers”
My life is silently watering
the flowers of my grave
long lasting work
slow-turned soil
roots cut, my place
dug deep
what’s growing on my grave?
my remains fertilize
what remains
is love the single
word etched
on my cement slab?
what’s leftover,
burned behind?
the swaying
rosebush, its pricks and petals
perfuming
the grave’s air
scent of life lingering
silence, speaking
of a flower bud
living on
A.M. Pine 🌲🖤
A.M. Pine - Hearth Ridge Reflections 