The Forest Calls, sonnet

wp-1453225373146.jpegThe pink clouds surround the setting sun~

The black earth won’t give up her secrets ~

When all things are said and done~

She holds her memory the most infrequent~

Paltry mists of past liaisons~

Stormy strife from deep within~

Remembrance of aged relations~

Decadent mirth no more lies therein~

What far off calls do sing~

The pabulum so requisite~

To this epiphany I do cling~

Twilight hours of crimson exquisite~

Last words spoken of lovers one~

Engulfing the forest calls of all done.

©2016 dedhedpoet

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  1. Rising Hawk says:

    Very nice!

    Liked by 2 people

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