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I’ve come to see that grief is like the end of a season passes quietly across a life that will never be the same leaving..

The majesty of autumn meadows and groves all aglow ~ acrylic on board, M.C.S., Erin, Ontario

I stand under a starless sky and feel the weight of the world square on my shoulders anxiety rises within me a feeling like ants craw..

Many colours in her blonde hair pale skin every changing light The white of her back as she moves into pose my palette monochr..

My mind is restless and my heart cannot satisfy its longing I tell myself I don’t care that it’s easier that way yet..

Somewhere deep inside me I draw upon childhood memories of my grandparent’s home Where I played rising in full cry ..

Can’t you see from where you are that I have wounds that will not heal Can’t you hear from where you are that I still weep for..

This long journey through a life always in transition Days turn to night providing a rest for all but me I’ve be..

In an echoless life in the pale light of the full moon Ashes scatter the floor of dreams now dead is what surrounds me ..

Complete aloneness a treasured gift in late June twilight ~ image by M.C.S.