Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Remembering Charlotte

At noon the church bells peal
their hymns into the trees
whose leaves are of a harvest softness.

This is a season when loss is remembered
in those who are still present
and your lope at once
and knowing
(through and through Cat)
I now see with a pang.

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

Past more than present, reflection in water more than actual objects, clarity.