Winter Passes

Winter Passes

A Poem by Deirdre

 She died.

She died like winter passes

With the electric crackle of

Dry air and bleeding chapped lips

That never heal

He had died long ago

He passed like a stream in summer

Cool, and welcome.

She was broken hips

And sagging shoulders

The taste of apple,

Forever bitter on her lips.

Mother of Earth

Lifted up by the worn and calloused hands

Of her children.

Palms like leather carrying her

To the top of the highest mountain

So she could be closest to the one who made

Her.

 

© 2009 Deirdre


Author's Note

Deirdre
I was apparently feeling very cheerful when I wrote these last few poems. Can't you tell?

Anyway, my original intent was for this to be much longer, and to tell the story about after she died, but I liked this, so I scrapped my original plan. I might go back to it late in short story form.

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cheerful indeed! ;)

seriously tho, a beautiful piece, penned with obvious talent. a smooth fluid flow of creative and melodic words inspiring not only a powerful and heartfelt message but vivid imagry as well. truley superb writing.

well done indeed :)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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