The Woods Campground Memorial Grove (an Epitaph in a Poem)

A boulder lies beside the pathway.
The path open, beckons me,
To
enter-
Melancholy surrounds: gay lightness surrenders.
Quiet, and alone, I ponder the names,
on
wooden
crosses-
I commune with the dead;
no ceremony, just the familiarity of
those
names-
I come to reconcile my own life,
with
Death.


(The Woods Campground/Lehighton PA 7/4/10)