1
Husband...
where is the evidence
that we existed?
It consisted of two
who have taken
their own route.
We are the past,
moved on people
who dwell in the twilight
of our own
autumn shadows.
We are withering
as the leaves fall
and we fall weak
without claim to breath.
Adjusting as we must
to the seasons of life
we have quickly turned away
from the knife edge of winter,
we've spread
our nocturnal wings
and flown into the sunset
at the speed
of our own time.
2
With two strokes
fate struck him down
to a stumbling gait
and the mouth
of a teething baby.
How different
is the night now?
Autumn fruit still hangs
on the snow covered tree,
no dreams of stars
and the universe.
I am in reverse.
The joyful mask of the season
is missing for me,
but the rafters ring hopefully
for the spring of winter.
Winters wolf howls silently
as the moon spins darkly
over a spirited tree.
Soon I will hear footsteps
anda light will burn bright.
3
How suddenly
the close of winter
struck his being,
how no goodbye
to life was
in his breath.
Death came
as the disappearing
star on a wave...
here then gone.
Saving no memory,
a shining thought
passed into infinity,
relaxed forever
in a continuing light.
A heartfelt write, sadly written I feel, but beautiful all the same. thank you for sharing.
A deeply probing free verse. Very impactful. As good, or better than any I have seen I feel the pain. So very good
Full of nice lines those have things to say if we think deeply high one!
Beautiful write Sally, very poignant and sad, and the pain you feel over the loss of your husband is so very evident. Hope the passage of time will bring brighter dawns for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spoken from the depths of your heart. So moving, and yet so mystically beautiful. Thanks Sally.
Thank you for your lovely comment.It will always be appreciated.