I watch the sun set
Burning the sky orange
Light slowly fades
It takes years and days
Not just days end
But a season passing
He is the summer
Darkness is December
In the fall of the sun set
He is already as a winter tree
Frail, brittle, a vision of living death
A tree that shall not see the spring of tomarrow
Wind whistles from his depth
When it gusts into a gale
It brings the pissy yellow slush
Leaving him pale white, like fresh snow
When the sun is gone
And winter has come
I will unplug the machine
Shedding icy tears
The next light of spring
When loss is still fresh
Will have lost some glory
For my world will be colder
Author notes
With you heavy on my mind Dad. I love you.
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Comments
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What an inspiring description of how you are feeling about your father. There is such sadness within the stanzas. Beautiful writing.
Soulful Woman
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I like it. i dont get it but i suppose that's why i like it.
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