a hot summer breeze
scrapes a rusted oak leaf
across the sun-baked pavement,
gone too ground too soon,
and so too have you,
long before years
of unspoken words
could find their way
into the air;
as the leaves
will feed the earth,
so your silent lessons
have fed our souls;
as new leaves may bloom
upon naked branches
in the spring,
when our grieving subsides,
so too shall we find life again
as we carry your memory
into our futures
Tag: death
Stolen Gifts
Too Soon
the world is mad,
gone crazy
with impatient desire
to be beyond
where we are;
I stand in the sun -
my skin on fire -
searching for answers
within its light;
its too hot
the world moves
too fast;
across the weathered fence
is a car that has not moved
in two months,
its stillness is suspect,
I expect to see it
silently gone,
instead it is the driver
who has moved on
from this place
too soon