Death has a way of laying you bare

Death has a way of laying you bare

Like the first rake of cold soil in Spring

That which has to be done

for the encouragement of dormant seeds

The heart is raw and longs for warmth

First thoughts wake in despair

Attempting to seek comfort in memories

For solace that only comes with time

Around the forest the thaw begins

The thought which hatched long ago

Sunbeams stream to nourish dreams

That winter doggedly fought

It penetrates the goose skin of hibernation

Colors of fall reversed, yellow to green

With new life love in nurtured

As memories fade to deja vu

Oct. 25, 2023

Me and Anne