Graveyard

Yearning for
its secluded sleep
in the boughy shade,
it waits: forgotten
fairy dell
that it is, where
grass tufts grow greener
as they skip down
the rain-rounded uncovered 
bed, unoccupied, undisturbed 
among the sprinkled yellow 
and purpling blue
flowers; the weeds, too,
rank with color.
The peace of the place —