The Gray Garden Gate
Everything has grown
over
a gray garden
gate
darkened with rain
falling
beneath the ruined
spruce.
Where they'd loved,
labored
warm hands folding
soil
stepped with spring mud
tugging, their shoes
spoiled.
Sun-grayed garden
gate
nevermore brings her
mate
what two hearts
sowed
has all grown
over.
Posted Mar 24, 2012, 9:50 PM UTC · edited
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