Lake Grove Impressions

A moment lost in the September chill,
Spirit memories in the wind,
Chiseled stones dotting the grassy splendor of this verdant hollow,
Silence breathes through the trees by the lake,
In a precious world hidden from all eyes but mine,
Pristine sanctuary of peace,
Drawing me into its dreamy center,
On the shady hillside,
Faint images and memories dancing among lichen covered gravestones,
Relaxing in cool dampness,
In this, my sepulchre of eternity,
Holding me in its embrace.

by Night Flyer (c) 2020
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