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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