October

The fall rushes forward and laps hungrily at my soul; reading about a friend's loss solidified the memories again for me. As aptly as she put it, there are not platitudes for the pain of loss.

October is my nemesis, my month of woo and Woo. Beginning with the very first day, an anniversary of my father's birth in 1950. Today is the anniversary of Gil's birth, he would have been forty five. And my darling Holly Kay was born October 13, 1966...she would have been 42.

It is not the birthday's alone though that get to my heart, but that on the 13th of October 1977 by father was killed. Too young to die and too violent for it to be fair.


color brushes against my cheeks and
lingers softly on my soul, an offering
of change to bear witness

to see us both threw
the newness of life without you
dance nimbly on happy soles

sway to the music of leaves dropping
to taste the fullness of wet earth
and lie in wait for children or death