Poem – Gather


Today we bury my uncle.
Deep blue sky the day
after a full moon.

Fire across the horizon
burning purple behind
the snow covered limbs
and rooftops.

A raven flies high above rising
smoke and the city’s chatter.

Solitude and peace infused
with sorrow and the ache of loneliness.

We gather in the morning
forgetting the throes of winter
and remember the warmth of your heart.



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    • Thank you mom. I wrote this and mourn just minutes before the funeral. I wanted to write something, and when I stopped trying to force something, this is what I got.

    • Thank you kindly for visiting and your comment. I appreciate that, as I was trying to not be clever, or get philosophical. Just showing what the day was, a rather beautiful day actually, and why we gathered.

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