Monday, April 4, 2011


* passing *
Death in the orchard
So sudden and complete
The fruit from this tree taken
Has outlived its time
The fall is inevitable
Trunk rotten and limbs in decline
The pain of living overwhelms
Any fear of death
Now welcomed an expected visitor
Not a stranger when seen so many
Already drawn into final embrace
One last sleep beneath apple trees
Sunlight softened by foliage above
Warm earth holds this body
And in the sleep slip away
A civilised exit in the orchard.

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