Death’s Bleak Foreshadow (2/9/1998)
The whisper of wind
through the barren trees
reminds me of death
The shadow washed over me
in a dream last night
when I was taken away
to tomorrow
and happiness was sorrow
like flowers on my grave
the sweet scent of roses
washed the pain away
and I woke to sunlight
Notes: Creepy, no? I might have been a little depressed.
danielle dreger 