A feather rests upon a sepulcher
The stone etched speaks a name
Ashen gray the sky cracks and thunders
Darkness envelopes
The tempest whirlwind surrounds
The soul's shattered shards lay
The feather dances to the piano key's chords
Dried roses
Withered
When our lives breathe is taken
What is the legacy that we leave?
Memories echo
Tea under jacaranda blossoms
Words spoken
The wind whispers and whisks the feather away
By Shannon McKemie, M.A
06-06-2012