Snapped the twig that fell from tree

with leaf it could not shake,

beneath a boot quite silently

the ancient wood did break.

 

Went a walk unknowing

from door to sheltered field,

The forest floor still growing

Not knowing how to yield.

 

Broke The Hearts that cradled Hope

which from each other tore,

their fragile future built bespoke

that they could beat no-more.

 

Back to Earth unseen, un-mourned

from womb to ashen grey,

the marble stone of days not dawned

to mark A Winters Day.