Posted in Life, Loss, Time

When all is said and done

In the ground the cracks show,
The remnants of hail and snow.
Although the storm has long since passed,
The residue will always last.

In this place of wilting flowers,
She anticipates the closing hours.
Her petals fall through the ground,
Lost forever, never found.


I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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