When A Verse Tells A Tale
dear john letter
caught in the railing
icy water below
When A Verse Tells A Tale
dear john letter
caught in the railing
icy water below
my sweet peas
bloom on the widow’s side
where they’re needed
widow wanders
all the trails they once loved
aching feet
let me slip off in peace
avoiding the rivers of
lingering goodbyes
mist by the cenotaph
softly brushes my face
memories of tears
layered with gray sorrows
the sky — ready to weep
autumn funeral
sun peeks between clouds
turning raindrops to diamonds
lessons learned from tears
she cleans his headstone
scrubbing away at the years
wishing them restored
in her coffin
today she does not feel
the clouds weeping