Tuesday, March 16, 2010

For Kenyon, and Others

The world becomes a cold stranger

when you lose someone you love.

Why always at the beginning of Spring?

Good Friday, March, April,

rain, wind, dark skies.

No matter how profound

and inconsolable

there will never be, never,

another time you will

feel them in your arms.


  1. I lost Freddy, my yellow lab, about a decade ago. Afterwards, I remember listening to Mahler's Kindertotenlieder at Lincoln Center and crying. It felt like a wonderful, heaven-sent cartharsis.

  2. Sounds like a great way to work though the pain, Birgit.