I try to count my dead
and their gifts,
but there are too many.
The garden is buried in leaves.
Day of the Dead
2 responses to “Day of the Dead”
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piles of dry crumpled leaves
cover all that was alive
like memories of those I’ve lost
bury my heart and soul -
That crow/raven foreshadowed the serious tone of your poem. Strong vivid ending “the garden is buried in leaves. I enjoyed the poem link reference, too.
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