Thou art the Sun

To a recent grandmother


Thank you for the memory

Of a wild flower

In a desolate wind

Chanting echoes

Of the blessed ones.

The ripe sound

Is mature

And wise.

Where the door is closed

To another dawn

I miss you.

© Omecronon12 2020
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Stormwolf

Stunningly beautiful.
Alison x

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