Even Nature Grieves Your Passing
It’s raining as we silently march through sodden grounds to the plot where we will lay you to rest. Do you see how the gray sky weeps for your absence from this world? The birds did not sing their melodious songs this morning; silent were their whistles and chirps. Baby squirrels refrain from play. Lizards forsake morning push-ups, leaving territory unclaimed. See how the sun has hidden her face? She dares not give light to the emptiness of today. It’s raining and our gaze rests on your casket by the open grave. Soon you will be lowered into the earth. You are a flower we will plant, a flower that has already bloomed.
Arlene Antoinette writes poetry, flash fiction and song lyrics. She holds a B.A. in Sociology from Brooklyn College and worked with the disabled population for many years. Additional work by Arlene may be found at Your Daily Poem, Little Rose Magazine, Foxglove Journal, London Grip, Neologism Poetry Review and Mojave Heart.