and post notes and photos about your poem like Gregory R Barden.
I wade into the surf and stand alone,
Enfolding in my arms, the dust of You,
I hear the raving wind lament and moan,
As if the summer storm is mourning, too ...
I breathe your wispy ashes as they're thrown,
And whisper your name softly while I do,
I lost you once, and now I've lost again ...
As all my tears are lost ... in summer rain.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017