Friday

I stood beside her,
…in her mourning.
   In the grief wrenching,
      soul shaking,
         silence.
She’d stood for hours,
    staring…
love, streaming down her cheeks.

But, in the end,
when he’d looked at her
…she knew,
and I stood beside her.

She’d seen him
…in the morning of his life
when breath was firmly grasped.
She watched him
as breath expired…
    on timber frame.
Now, soul shattered,
her mother’s heart is crucified.

Autumn Day

The thick fog, reluctant to lift,
rolled away
only for the chorus of colored leaves,
in one last sunlit day,
in one last warm breeze.

A single maple leaf
spiraled slowly to greet us,
a coracle swirling in a sea of sky.
We looked across the lake,
at the detritus,
the fragments,
fallen from the bluffs,
fallen among the color.

We rested and waited
for the great crescendo,
for the grand finale,
as an osprey sailed directly overhead.