An Absence But A Year And A Half: Leaves All Strange Poem by Terence George Craddock
An Absence But A Year And A Half: Leaves All Strange
an absence of but a year and a half
all is changed among these scattered
leaf poets friends; several more gone
of my favourite leaf poets those leaves
past spent fallen from tree top heights
seem to have fallen from tall poetry tree
more forlorn bare; gone now how leaf
they are was this part bitter winds covid
life storms whipping branches or just
seasonal change so many leaves I knew
leafed for but a year or two will Spring
light birth new leaves uncurling growing
glorious rest green to fill gap gaping spaces
past leaves fall left in their own autumn
seasonal fading light time as I also left then
but my close leaf friends that whispered on
line to me in conversations in times of our
own choosing have failed to return in new
leaf leaving behind a space of bare branches
mourned in my contemporary evergreen mind
too many gone to mention for various reasons
in friendship remembrance I remember names
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
I was away for a while too. Part of that time I was recovering from a ruptured appendix. I sure miss Tom Billsborough, Laurie van der Hart and Pamela Sinicrope. Inez Harriman, etc.
I guess there are more of us then who miss poet friends. So many living in memories.
I am sorry to hear about your ruptured appendix Denis and hope you have made a full recovery and are now in good or excellent health.
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5/6/2024 12:20:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I started to set a 5 star to the poem but after the first one I hit it wouldn't allow me to go further. A 5 star effort and impact. What is friendship but seasonal...summer friend, work mate(s) , school chums...leaves blown in different directions by the winds of life. Great one Terry.
I was worried you might have had an accident or were ill and prayed for you, hopefully your busy walking the spring forest trails, taking photographs and putting together a book old friend.