Poetry - The Dying Pond

Dr Abe V Rotor

Alug or Farm Pond, painting in acrylic, AVRotor

"Death be not proud," this dreaded fate defied;
      In death something 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 hooves and paws in band;
And the winged sweep the air retreating
     On the trees nearby and advancing.

One by one the 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. ~