Ashes to ashes, I thought as 
lone silver tear caressed my 
cheek. Until a time when we 
revert to dust, truth seared 
as heat of sangria sun ―

But what of rhyme and verse!
Oh! Let them suffice as rouge
sugar-bush. Embed unto field
of eternity; lest words scatter,
(wither) as autumnal leaves. 

I smile as blew puff of wind
swept plea upon o’ nodding
grass ―

 

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Magaly invites us to recycle famous proverbs. I chose
to write upon the saying: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Posted for Sunday Mini-challenge @ Real Toads

also posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

& posted on the Sunday Standard @ Lunch Break