353375
November
Fills me with sorrow–
it’s when my
father died,
nine years ago. Then, I cried
until December.
skat@2017
353375
November
Fills me with sorrow–
it’s when my
father died,
nine years ago. Then, I cried
until December.
skat@2017
The last purple leaf
clings to the chokecherry tree–
forestalling my grief.
skat@2016