Requiem : A Thought in Passing
Overnight, first ice, then snow,
Not much but enough to move
The pines into a glare of deeper
Distance, covering the old path
That no longer reaches from here
To there where yesterday the eagle
Paused for just one still moment
In his passing through my life.
It was shadow that stirred first
And then his white wings lifting,
Rising into the air as these pines
Do now shrugging off their snow.
And I think of my father, how he too
Passed into such silence as this; how
In the end both father and son come
Alone and inarticulate to their leaving;
How in the wind at my window I hear
His last words like the rustle of wings.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-01-12 at 19:20
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