My shriveled hand waves to the breeze -
“Come, kiss me good night
cradle me in your arms
lay me down gently
on my earthen bed
where Snow will tuck me in
under her white sheets.
Days have been long,
nights, even longer
with no company
but the chill creeping
in my bones.
My home is silent
if not for the whistling wind
lamenting the days
when its mere whisper
triggered the merry dancing
of the leaves.
O Sun and Moon
keep me under your watch
as I wait on Time.
Why does it take so long
for me to find rest
in Earth’s bosom?
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Linking with DVerse Poets’ Poetics-Change and Turns.
such a tender voice in this…and beautiful images…i hope that i can embrace death like that when my time comes..
Thanks, Claudia.
I hope so too.
WoW…as I was painting at the library in Somesville, I saw the scattered withered leaves still on the branches and thought there must be a poem in those leaves still hanging on…
And HERE IT IS ! Thank you…a wonderful write…and excellent metaphor.
Peace and best wishes for a wonderful New Year.
Thanks, Siggi for the kind words.
Those leaves helped me put my thoughts together about this theme which comes into my mind whenever I think of some beloved person.
dang, i like this…evocative…to desire the rest of death so strong in this…to be tucked under the white sheets of winter….very nice…
Thanks, Brian.
Nicely done.
This was amazing. It gave me goosebumps. I so enjoy your work.
Thanks, Deana.
The poem fits the picture perfectly. Our own wait to reach the earth isn’t much different from that of the few remaining leaves – all in good time.
Thanks for coming by, Janna. True, all in good time. It is not something that I’d want to rush.
Absolutely exquisite description of the aloneness of again. I think this is the first time I’ve visited your blog and I’m so happy to discover your work.
Thank you for the visit and kind words, Victoria.
They are much appreciated.
Such lovely sentiments, Imelda.Your writing is exceptional.
Thanks, Adinparadise.
You are so kind.
..i don’t know if my assessment’s right but i have a feeling of waiting for death… such a delicate and smooth way of waiting for the final moment… i’m impressed..excellent! happy new year.. smiles..
You are so correct, Kelvin.
Thank you so much for the visit and kind words. 
Happy new year to you as well. 
Really beautiful …Diane
Thank you, Diane.
what a magical words you mentioned. Thanks for sharing!! one question.. sorry to ask you but want to know that is this your own creativity ..?
Thank you, Susan.
Yes, I wrote this piece. 
Stunning photo and beautiful words. Excellent work. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Diane.
I am glad you stopped by. My best wishes to you for the new year. 
Wow! Great words and photo. Loved it.
Tim
Thank you, Tim. I appreciate your visit and kind words.
So evocative and beautiful! To take inspiration from the mundane is in itself a special talent! Thanks Imelda.
You have a beautiful way with words… this is the perfect accompaniment to the imagery above. Is that a painting, or a photograph? Either way, excellent work!
Thank you, Heather.
The image is a photograph.