(untitled) #11

tearing at the house

the demons of autumn

winds assert themselves


rains remind

clawing at the window

of summer’s passing


does the wind not hit

my window all the harder now

the tree has gone?


This month marks the anniversary of a friend’s death. The rains fell spectacularly on the day he died. I don’t mark the day of his passing – the heavy rain that falls early in September every year, reminds me well enough! The skies weep for his loss.


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