
I mourn you
even though your presence is
near
a mist, cycling on this plane
of ice
thin
and brittle, like a heart
cusped
with love incomplete
the world
sings to you out of fear
while you wander aimlessly
coping
with harsh realities
felt
beneath a toadstool of pain, which
blossoms when least
expected
and stings, just
like the gossamer tree
Photo by A_Werdan , Pixabay
Jeff Flesch
Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press