Grief

Sometimes my belief

Is that grief

Conquers all.

Then I recall

The air

In late August

Carrying hay

And coming Autumn.

Such sweet air

Carries no despair.

7 thoughts on “Grief

    1. K Morris Poet's avatarK Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you, Liz. I’m so pleased you like it. In retrospect I think that I should have perhaps entitled it “Despair” rather than “Grief”, but then I would lose the rhyme and I think that both emotions can, in some circumstances be almost interchangeable.

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    1. K Morris Poet's avatarK Morris Poet Post author

      I’m glad you have such happy memories of carrying hay as a child, Vivienne. I do suffer from Hay Fever. However, this does not diminish my love of the scent of hay.

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