The year you died the rain fell frozen in weeping sheets
Breaking the boughs and the backs of the trees
All of us hunched over our aching hearts
It’s taken 20 years for the forest to regrow
And here we are
In another winter storm
Ice-burdened again
Yet patched as time will do
Ruined limbs amputated
Spines haltingly unfurled
~~~
A Space to be Filled 
Hi Ellen,
Lovely poem. How are you doing?
I have started my writing blog but I wasn’t sure what email address to use to let you know.
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Thank you, Frances! I have replied to you separately about my address.
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Hi Ellen, This is beautiful! How do I make sure your email doesn’t go into spam? Karen
KAREN MUNRO-CAPLE, RMT 613-230-3527 http://www.kmc-rmt.com http://www.adventuresfromkarensclinic.com
“A bus is a vehicle that runs twice as fast when you are chasing it as when you are in it.”
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Thank you, Karen! I have replied to you separately about the email.
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