Two Poems

[Mike_Everley]

Grief     

A tree falls silent
In the forgotten forest.
No one hears its fall.


Fendrod Lake
          
Still as liquid mercury
Spilled between trees and hills.

A lake a silence away
From a bombed out city,
Struggling to make sense
Of a world where industry
Is treated as history.

A bird sings high on a branch.
A song of sweet sadness.
Caught forever in the now.