Wind blew from the north,
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
http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42401000/jpg/_42401944_too_heavy.jpg
