Beauty bombarded Soul, beauty went through me.
I drove away whole.
Now in the rear-view mirror
I have my direction.
Both of my parents loved the autumn. They died within 60 days of each other. I had not dealt with the grief. I needed to go to the mountains. I needed a rock in my pocket. Here are the ramblings and tumblings of words in grief as I journeyed to find that rock. Not knowing I would return to this place of grief and growth often, and especially in the autumn.
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