Wednesday, February 23, 2011
lilies crowd a receding pond, detail of mural,
Courtesy of Atty and Dr Doria
Abe V Rotor
"Death be not proud," this dreaded fate defied;
In death beauty rises at its side,
As on a dying pond, a swamp in its place
Grows, dying in peace and grace.
And the watery grave dries into grassland
Where roam the hoofs and paws in band;
And the winged sweep the air, retreating
On the trees nearby, and advancing.
One by one trees come when the wind blows,
They ride on furs, beaks and claws;
A woodland soon rises from the trees' breath
And hides the pond, the grass and death.
The Edge of the Forest
, AVR 2011
Abe V. Rotor
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