Death Is Never More Beautiful
© 2012 by Mit Maras
In unwavering reverence,
We watch as she dances,
Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.
With a natural pluck,
Each canvas spirals down,
Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.
For so long we have sought,
The solitude of her darkest places,
Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.
Death has now befallen her.
Yet, death … has not beaten her.
She stretches exposed arms,
Void of those she held dear,
Rooted against all threatening new life next year.
Standing bare and vulnerable,
Her loss is witnessed by all,
Heaven’s perfect example of our choice to stand tall.
Held captive in a place
Where heartache and darkness rule,
She towers the world,
All proof … death is never more beautiful.
© 2012 by Mit Maras
Miracles Unleashed 
Such beautiful words from a truly talented poet. Thank you for sharing your gift, Mit. I can’t wait until your next post. 🙂
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Such beautiful words for an amazing time of year. Lovely poem, Mit. I can’t wait to see more from you.
Thank you for both your comment and your reblog, Kat. I’m very grateful.
Beautifully written! Very lovely & touching poem. WOW! You’re amazing. love u sis. can’t wait to read the next one…:)
Awww thanks so much girl. I was nervous posting this first one and I pray desperately there will be many more to come!