Michelle Griep
About this Christian Poet:
My passion is the written word. I've worked as a copywriter and typographer before leaving the working world to homeschool my four children. I am now ready to set aside the realm of teaching English for the craft of writing itself.
Autumn Dirge
A
shiver of wind
calls death orange and red
rustle on
rustle on
lie below white.
Yes, you were alive
but splendor is stolen
fallen
raked
beaten
by one so unworthy.
Oh
grave of the ground
why did you beckon
to shiny green leaves
torn from the trunk?
And
winter begins
away from the sun.
Copyright©2002 by Michelle Griep