I plucked the several acer leaves
shortly after you had left
still wanting those closed eyes to see
coloured lights that month had kept
and given it to three small trees
our three we'd raised, confined to pots
until the day we'd move along
and find some pasture further on
Dry leaves - like living quite alone -
for several years preserved and framed
till once my tears had run
their course and once I'd grown
accustomed to the way you dropped
and fell as stone
when your October light had gone
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For I know this, that after my departing shall grievous wolves enter in among you, not sparing the flock.
Acts 20:29
but how I rejoice you chose that day
never to watch leaves fall again
or know of foulness that befell your kin
this wretched anniversary
For Dora’s Poetic prompt: Tripping the October Light Fantastic but in this poem the light is shuttered on this 7th anniversary of Martin‘s death and the 2nd anniversary of the massacres and hostage taking of Israeli Jews and others by militants from Gaza,
The remaining 24 hostages are awaiting release plus a further 35 for a dignified burial.
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