Amaranth fields

The amaranth fields
beckon, their youth
crystallized, eternal
laughing at rain, snow, hail
war, loss, grief, joy, death
widow’s wail
and soldier’s breath

amaranth fields
giggle in gentle breeze
they never know decay
their joy persists another day

Author: AJM

Writer, sociologist, Unitarian Universalist. View all posts by AJM