Bio Note: After half a lifetime gone by, I woke up one day and remembered the forgotten path in the woods. And now I'm a writer. Well, I'm a yet-to-be-published writer, finishing up my MFA at 55 years old. I love the magic of the natural world, and the awkwardness of being human in a universe where everything else seems to know what it's supposed to be doing. My deepest desire is to share words and stories that are valuable to others, contributing to a more connected world.

Trees wept yellow 
outside your window
and the sky
shone marble blue

Your closing exhale,
a wordless sigh,
tears of regret, or relief,
cooled on your cheek
 
My open mouth, rooting,
inhaled your hair, 
emitted a keening 
unrecognized as my own
  
I felt
gray strands wrap my tongue,
the moon rise next to the sun,
the heart of my genesis
slow...
still...
cease.