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 2023
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Stunningly beautiful.
Alison x
Thank you very much!! I’m very flattered (in a laid back way) by what it says in red above. I’m not narcissist in the way that I’d purchase the anthology because I’m in but I may do it for whom it concerns (if it gets there). Thank you very much all!!