buried

she fell to the ground her breath stolen by useless cries
leaves lightly drifting and parting
to make room for her shapely form on the earth

trees leant over her to see if she was ready to go
bees rested on her face her neck her arms
preparing her body for the earth

roots raised up into the sky and wrapped around the hanging seams
wind gladly brushed her hair and tucked her in
for her endless sleep with the earth

Ena BrennanComment