How lamentable you were
Lying in a bed of fallen leaves
Head twisted up to the sky
Gazing nowhere through
Those open lifeless eyes
I photographed you so
You would not be forgotten
Bittersweet in your state
Beautiful in your stillness


  1. says

    Ah, the sorrow one feels at the sight of something that has died. I feel it myself. Often shed a tear. And then I wonder why it is we mourn death . . .a natural part of life. Thanks for this poem. I was inspired to go look up some of Gerard Manley Hopkins stuff, because I love his poem Spring and Fall to a Young Child.