Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Fallen Season

Winter wind reflection
wondering when he will visit
grave sites, place stones, say Kaddish
the rituals of an elder son
still mourning, each morning, alone

2 comments:

  1. Sad words my friend, beautifully and sensitively written.
    Anna

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  2. oh heck...sad words indeed...the cold, wind, fall and alone-ness is palpable in this...

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