
April is National Poetry Month. This year the theme is "Land & Sea.” I wrote this to the theme. The photo is the ghost forest in Botany Bay, near Edisto Island, SC, which I visited last month.
The Graveyard
The path well-wornfrom footsteps walked
with urgency,
the tide returning
to hide its crime
from visitors’ eyes.
A thousand seashells
scattered on sand,
the beach,
an obstacle course
of sun-washed trunks
from trees now dead.
It is the salt
pushing past boundaries,
flooding wetlands
and forests green,
as oceans rise,
as hurricanes rage,
as king tides surge,
and we stand watching,
cameras in hand.
We pay our last respects,
beautiful destruction,
a graveyard of trees,
ghostly apparitions
of what was once
alive and green,
now only gray
and white.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Written on 2026-04-01 at 22:05
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