I have sifted earth

I have walked the silent paths of grief
Sunless,dreary,cold and all alone.
I have slept on beds of winter leaves.

I feel that death’s an avaricious  thief.
Although my heart weeps and my joy has gone,
I have never felt I was deceived.

I have learned that human life is brief.
I have learned by sorrow we’re undone.
I  have sifted earth and what’s beneath.

I felt my dark emotions  seethe
While I have been mocked by glaring sun.
I have learned the geography of grief.

I wait in patience for my life to cease.
When will my last message deign to come
Will my life be written on a leaf?
Unconsoled  grief  can make   us dumb
Into  our  hearts, we drag the ice  that numbs
I have walked the silent paths of grief
I have made my bed on winter leaves.

About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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