(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#229)
snap-beans in a wooden bowl
and tears on her cheeks
my mother’s sorrow
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(#230)
pre-dawn mourning
her eyes on the horizon
searching for the light
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(#231)
in konara copse
my soul seeks solace
in the still shadows
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(#232)
my reflection gone
even the stream forsakes me
as I drift away
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(#233)
these numb fingers
I can’t feel the difference
between hope and despair
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(#234)–(for Eivor and Pearl)
beneath verdant trees
joy and peace walk side by side
on the dappled path