Graves And Gravel Walks Comments

'the gravel crunches snapping at my heels like snapping twigs and Autumn leaves the rain has ceased but the bitter wind still blows blowing the petals from wretched withered wreaths' love the snapping desolation of these lines, the time refences highlighted with 'streams of tears might have watered the roads leading here', an exquisite write

'all that is left is the roses scattered on the avenue of the dead' - loved this line!