one of those first fall days
crisp breeze
morning sun
not yet colorful, but leaves lifting
glass on the table half-full
final salute to summer in your bowl
last peach
and then the phone rings
a friend is gone
breath catches
heart clutches
you place your head
in a padded temple of hands
no words are enough
for this half-empty
season of sadness
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Haven't been here in a long, long time. It took a sad, sad day to get back to blogging.
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