Alone in the churchyard I watch
mortals mourning in tears and flowers.
Leaning against a rowan tree
abandoned by my family.
Beneath my feet a girl is weeping
I open my arms and kneel down
In surprise, she looks up at me
screaming like a startled crow.
She runs back through the stone and grass
reaching out to her, I follow
She turns to me – her eyes are cold
and zap – she’s now in the past.
Falling through time – I am weeping;
my eyes hidden behind grey fingers.
Left within eternal sleeping
this is where my Winter lingers.
Charlie Ann Alford 
Beautiful artwork gave life to your description. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Well done Charley, deep and layered with meaning. I enjoyed this one.
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Thanks for reading and commenting as always. It’s much appreciated. Happy Easter weekend 🙂
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You too Charley, your poem has inspired me to explore an idea so I thank you for that. Hope the Easter Bunny is generous to you.
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