Empty House

What strange calm weather,
suspenseful sky, dark purple,
dark blue, brooding grey.  As the
light fades not a blade
moves, not a leaf.  All the
green is listening.  It drained
all my blood today, all my
heart, the moments that make
up our lives.  Such sorrow and
vacancy in the strong sunshine -
I wilted like a plant without
water.  Severed roots cannot
take-in what they need
and daily I bleed unseen
only I know the flow
and where it goes.  I stiffen.
I fade to grey.  I dry.
The light goes down and
nobody home.  Green grows the
lush grass and the weeds are
rank - how keen I was to go.
Vagrant daughter.

One Year Round The Sun
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