Post Mortum

Today we woke up in a cloud of winter
which only induces sleep like the
deciduous trees and hibernating
creatures which know best
the need for rest which
we have overturned
in our haste
to escape

of nature not
without a price
the white sea birds
look grey against the mist
circling forlornely like my thoughts
which return to her when I’m alone
and her words a few days before her
demise:” I am full of myself when I am
with my team” we are still here my son
and I but where is she gallavanting around
the spirit world no doubt with all her old friends
freed from life’s mortal coils and cares and wears

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