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| This picture networked by A Savin |
Faded flower petals
now residues of once
Water in the vase
requires new rain
Nightlight shines a way
to new tomorrows
This midnight hour
wont see us here again
New days must win
each battle by the hour
Tomorrow’s sun waits
hidden by the clouds
We stand together holding
tear tight hands
sailing slowly tying down
our steering shrouds
I found this astonishing picture 26th March 2016 posted as 'picture of the day' on Wikimedia Commons I had spent some time considering ideas on how we might emerge from grief. A delicate subject at best but one we must all face at various times. May I recommend The Man Moves Earth by Cathy Song which caused me to reflect on grief stricken times and our continuance beyond.
In this rhyme I have used Shrouds from Oxford Dictionaries,com "(shrouds) A set of ropes forming part of the standing rigging of a sailing boat and supporting the mast or topmast."
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