Why we gather in times of grief

7 Feb

I have been staring out the window by our bed at these unfamiliar trees –

tall, lean, bare, warm-seeming, bunched together yet not crowded,

in family groups, tall trees on either side of shorter trees,

staring at their branches, twisting silhouettes against the ever-more-blue sky,

reaching, reaching up, curling their tendrils up towards the sun,

their lovely fingers soon to sprout the first green growth of spring

as surely as I am awake here in Maine witnessing them through a window frame,

all of them reaching, each of them unique,

rooted together in a forest of whispering snow,

blanket acceptance,


like we are

gathered here together

reaching for the sun,


against an ever-more-blue sky.


~ especially for L and C


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