Waking without you has become almost natural:
absence of leaves after a storm
branches naked
shivering at a touch of wind.
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This is grief married to nature. Seeing the changes of seasons as a casual connection to the seasons of our loves and losses. Neither can be resolved because they happen as irrevocably as calamity occurs. The seasons change, even though we want the fair weather to remain forever. Great Hugh! Sad yet Great.
This is beautiful, Hugh, even though it's soulful, sad. It's a nice touch to read loss from a man's point of view. Warmest regards and respect, CJ