Sweet musk of decaying foliage,
Frigid air's sobering sting,
Sun, bears down... devoid of comfort.
Wisps, envelope the huddled few,
Soon, swept away
By Winter's gentlest Breath.
Hickory from a distant hearth,
Warms, with pangs of memories...
Preempting ceremony.....
We stand alone....
I and a few more,
Determined sentinals,
Cojoined in our stead...
To watch you laid securely
By a man, in blue denim and flannel,
Who knew you not,
Yet, gently tucks you in...
Farewell, my friend.
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2 comments:
I love this Kurt!!!! Really great writing!
Thank you my friend,
I was afraid to expose this side of me on the blogg...
But then, I just poured myself over the keyboards, and this is what came out... as is often the case with what I write...
This was a mountaintop burial... and a good friend.
Thanks for reading... I love ya...
K
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