Winter's Dustings

It seems a night of not enough sleep, brings forth a hazy sort of day, but with that a dusting of thoughts-

Winter's Dustings

You're all part of me

Sylvia

Ann

Henry

Walt

Florence

of

the

night

I carry you

in

modern

mind,

not thinking

though I am

woman

of these precious

times

your

times

too

we know of

only what you've

told

in print

you're in my head

I walk my way

so very distant

far beyond

a grave of

knowing you,

your true thoughts

dustings

of

a

particle

my mind's wonder

the

you

the

we

it

all

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Thus marks today's entry in the Poetry A Muse In Motion Project.

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Today I read an essay, a short story of sorts by a friend who had recently learned of the passing of a dear friend of her's. Also this afternoon an email came in from my cousin who very kindly has been sharing episodes from time to time with family & friends, in regards to how her brother in law has been doing with his battle of a serious disease. At times it has been going estacially well, & at others, such as now, very painful & laden with challenges.

There is no escape for us mere mortals, our human condition & what it is we are made of. The very best we can do, is to be there for one another, even in small ways. For it is our love & concern for one another that can raise our spirits, & gives us hope, to continue, to continue, as we wish one another, blessings of strength, healing & continued peace. *Amen*

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