Autumn

Mistral blew from the south,
the trees were gnarled where it passed.
A brown leaf snapped from the bough
and liquid diamonds rained down.
Amidst stifled sobs goodbyes were said.
Autumn’s here and a friend is missed.

(For Olai, a friend of my mother. May the wind that carries your dust touch your loved ones this one last time.)

*Photo from
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