There is a Season

Posted: October 28, 2011 in My Poetry, Poetry
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Between a breath and

the one that never follows,

you slip away;

crippled body left behind

like leaves dropped after a storm.

Forgotten, unnecessary –

marking the end of a season.

  1. Steve says:

    The first two lines – I’ve just read them quite a few times and that is what death is from the observer’s point of view – watching, watching, watching – and then ……………… stop. You captured this moment beautifully Gay. As you say the suffering is now over, I’m sure he appreciated the healing time the 2 of you had together at the end – I hope things are moving on 🙂

  2. jjvioletpoet says:

    This is what poetry is all about.

  3. bluebee says:

    Is this your father, Coin&Feather? Your poem resonates very much with me. I am sorry for your loss

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