Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Poetry Friday - Moss








First Loss

Dropped amongst the dampened mosses
forsaken to the autumn frost
a treasure, mourned its leap from pocket
and sought
through panicked tears.
A story of the wisened
in the summers of that briefest time
to lament a tree with limbs
which beckoned to be climbed.
His first lesson of death and loss,
those harsh unbiased teachers,
to dispense how grief
will wax and linger
even in the grayest years.

2 comments:

De said...

Worth waiting for, as always! Love everything about the poem this week.

Lynnea said...

Thank you De.