Eden abandoned

Eden Abandoned.

In the big house, where an old lady lives alone,
there are, in rooms and under apple trees, subtle
shades of melancholy, an echoes of whispering,
piano music and laughter; on the tennis court,
lost to weed, the eternal survivors, a twang as
a rackets hits its flying target.

Then death came into Paradise, fiscal collapse
and a suicide, the wroth of time; as autumn
leaves a clan dispersed, blew wherever the wind
took them. Forever exiled, stuck in old dreams,
only the old lady was steadfast, a focal point in
their collective nostalgia