Into the
woods I go
alone but
for camera
and for dog
to lose my
mind
and find my
soul
and allow
myself to grieve
thoughts
cast upon
the gentle breeze
and into the
growing wind
peace drawn
in
through the forest’s voice
tracks left for another day
borrowed
fear laid with utmost care
upon the
shoulders of the dog
to deal with
as she will
revisit thoughts
of the gentle voice of poetry
unbidden, it
quenches, it exacerbates
passions betrayed
and left behind
let the
forest breathe for you
let mud
cushion weary feet
allow yourself to grieve.
Years of
disappointment hardened me
dreams were dashed,
love euthanized
expectations
are no more
and, without
expectation
I was not
prepared
for no more opportunities
to say…
I loved you
in the beginning
and I loved
you in the end
in between, mindful
apathy
now, I am
left alone
you cannot
hear my words
but, I’ll
tell you, anyway
you taught
me what it means to be
loved above
all else
though it
was never me you chose
but you held
me every time I cried
and, across
these 50 years,
only twice has
someone done the same
it took me ‘til
today to realize
what a
precious gift that was
and, now, I
mourn the loss.
