Go

Muffled sounds of feet

on a blanket of snow,

sounded like a whisper, 

a whisper in the know.

The rustling of the leaves sang

the song of a life leaving,

destined to go on

and leave behind the grieving.

A lament lovely and sweet

echoed through the wood, 

as the sun beat retreat

to where the light would..

Reviews

[Augustus]

Simplicity at its best. Nice, easy rhymes. The peaceful and pleasant setting provides the right background for the serious subject matter. You have painted a serene picture of Death. Noble and dignified. The imagery is again, simple but beautiful. My favourite lines were
"The rustling of the leaves sang
the song of a life leaving"
Keep writing! I think you have a very bright future. :)

[Devesh]

Thank you very much for rwading and for the lovely review, Augustus! :))

[Augustus]

You are most welcome

[redflutterby]

Simply amazing poem.. "the song of a life leaving". What an incredible line...this has a bittersweet sadness to it. ;-)

[Devesh]

Thanks, Red! :))

[A. Amos]

sadness is visible in this write and as always enjoyed your work...

[Devesh]

Glad you enjoyed it! :D

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is gorgeous, Devesh.. and your rhyme and rhythm are perfect.. you do not even need "go" at the end as it creates a dead-drop stop.. love this!

[Devesh]

I removed the "go"...thanks for the suggestion aand for the lovely review, Lori :))

[Ravyne Hawke]

beautiful, Devesh... I so love this!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

beautiful write, the imagery illuminates the sadness of loss.

[Devesh]

Thank you for reading, Jacob :)