Our Empty Garden

A deep red mist haunts the horizon
preventing the sun from breaking through
to this, our empty garden.

Centuries-old seed lies cold in the dirt,
no sonnets shall be inspired today
for birds and butterflies no longer visit.

Hearts, hardened by loss – froze,
we forgot our solemn duty of care;
the riches lost forever.



poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012


5 thoughts on “Our Empty Garden

  1. …hearts hardened by loss froze…
    I really enjoy your poetry. You use an economy of words but you go straight to heart!

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