Every Wednesday

Every Wednesday, I will post something about grief. Sometimes it will be a reflection on an aspect of grief’s landscape. Now and then I will share from my own journey of grief, because in the sharing of our stories we find strength and build a community of people that support one another.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Elegy for Tippy



Autumn Elegy
for Tippy Behling


Clouds reflect off the still lake.
Fish fly through the watery sky.
Pebbles laugh at cosmic jokes.
Do pebbles ever die?

Cattails rise along the shore.
Squirrels bury their food supplies.
Cocoons wrap the winter's dead,
hide their butterflies.

Hiking with just my shadow
wondering how wrens woo,
skipping pebbles off the clouds,
I hum this song for you.


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