ash & woe

my wife

is in the closet

in an urn

for life

is no deposit,

no return

her soul,

in its divineness

had to go

and all

that’s left behind is

ash and woe

My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly

ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says

the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)

–Photo by Aaron

Haibun: Breaking Trail

It’s very nice out here in the woods today. I can’t believe how warm it is for January, and we really haven’t had that much snow, either.

I’m just strolling along, enjoying the day.

Beautiful, golden sunlight is filtering down through the trees ahead, and casting long thin shadows across the as-of-yet unspoiled road. I almost hate to walk down it, it’s so…untouched. But I hear approaching snowmobiles, and they’ll be certain to ruin the moment, anyway.

* * *

in the sun and snow

i feel like i’m walking

on soft, fluffy clouds

 

 

–photos by me