rose in frost, image by Helioz, on Pixabay
loss lingers
(For Andy)
touched by frost
the last rose wilts
folds in upon itself
seeks solace
in winter slumber
touched by loss
the soul wilts
folds in upon itself
seeks solace
in solitude
frost and loss
both wilt
but for most
of a given year
there is no frost;
loss
lingers
a grief
for all seasons
First published in Dr. Corkish's book, Corrupted Memories.
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Dr. Alan Corkish is writer of prose, plays, academia and, most of all, poetry...
he also writes reviews and has edited over 300 books. He resides in Liverpool,
England, and is the editor of erbacce poetry journal.
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