Unbitter death
October 26, 2018
The smell of moss and dead things,
warmed by rising sun,
the carrion eater’s call rings
above the clear springs run
The heat of day so tiring
the nature so relaxed
the sweetest death aspiring
the creature’s minds untaxed
Green on green with brown below
draped in palest yellow light
only naturally, life will slow,
and wake once more at night.