Fable, July 20 [Summer Mountains 6]
Ten days before my father dies again.
It’s a long hike, but no matter
How slow I walk
I will get there on time
At the peak of grief.
Only then I’ll see a second
Spire of stone barely
Substantial through the cloud
Which I will realize
Is the true grief and this one
I have climbed is
A mountain’s memory.
Then will come a year
This is how the great
Mountain ranges are formed.
So very poignant – I was moved, Jeff 🙏
Thank you, Lynne.
Thank you, E. Social distanced coffee soon?
I lost my brother and my father , six months apart. Was it 18 years, 18 months or yesterday?
As usual, you understand it better than me.
Thanks Jeff – curiously, that’s my brothers name…..