GRIEF Poem: SILVER STRANDS, by Marie Recalde

Morning whispered the blades awake
The sky a dull steel without song
Winter’s heavy gray fallen upon an anvil

Echoless blanket to the horizon
The fire swept to ash,
Unknowable except to the howling wind
Scattering you far from this hearth.
Home left these bones a house
Nothing left but stray strands
Blanched to erase and colored to cover
Glistening threads with which to weave
Bridges to the ever after

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