by Amanda C Vesty | Jan 24, 2021 | Death, Poetry, Trees The Green Legacy
A poem by the seventh Dalai Lama “On each branch of the trees in my garden Hang clusters of fruit, swelling and ripe. In the end, not one piece will remain. My mind turns to thoughts of my death.” – Seventh Dalai Lama-
by Amanda C Vesty | Sep 19, 2020 | Death, Environment, Pets, Poetry, Uncategorised
In the cold grey light of dawn You lay silent on the path, Cold in your unexpected end, Your coat still glossy soft As if you hadn’t died at all But had simply stopped to rest. No marks despoiled your silvered sides; No harsh distortion disfiguring Your face or limbs...
