faint images moving
into focus and out
her hands the stories
a yellow pear
frosted windows
warm cup of coffee
brewing morning
thoughts of
far away places
winter’s tall remains
stamped the edges
with the blue flame
melancholy notes
and that dark day
when the telegram
arrived.
Yes, sorrow can arrive in so many ways. A certain day like no other, the telegram arrived… M.
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