Grief
Grief
Thick ice
coats my thoughts
and all I see and hear
A broken country, we
are lost for now
Gusts in an ice storm
snap off branches
topple whole trees
Do I pray for wind?
Grief
Thick ice
coats my thoughts
and all I see and hear
A broken country, we
are lost for now
Gusts in an ice storm
snap off branches
topple whole trees
Do I pray for wind?
This is a powerful poem in its brevity 💛
‘What’s happening’ lens...
strong enough, sees sad, mad, glad.
Blurred by mixed-up tears.