grieving period (how long is enough)

Posted in death, poem, poetry, spring

Pale widow
Blue veins freeze her hands

Rests them vacant
Consoling window sill

Togged out, waits
one lonely diamond

That jewel steady
While fain deciduous

Shed winter coats
For vibrant summer airs

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