in memoriam – for J.

into swelling tides of feathered grasses
the swallows dive like last light
behind the foothills, purple and gray
with the bruises of another vanishing day

too many Octobers have becomingly blazed
since you and I sat on that step
with damp hair and cigarettes,
content in the sun-filtered silence

and if some days I choose to cradle my pain
close to my chest, it is only to
keep the dust from that October day
and our last shared morning

for all too soon the trees will bend
to November’s wind, piling their griefs
onto last season’s leaves, like failed birds
that lie in memoriam of warmer earths

© Sarah Whiteley

In other news, the deadline craziness is finally DONE and I can return to feeling human once more. Such a relief to shed a that particular stress and enjoy time that is once again my own!

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12 thoughts on “in memoriam – for J.

  1. Since I’m old now, I can be the pain in the ass who reminds you that the proper spelling of the Latin phrase has an “a” where you’ve put a “u”. The poem is lovely. “…bruises of another vanishing day” is so fine, and the sense of loss so elegantly conveyed.

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