after the storm . . .
branches coated with ice
and a crow cawing
after the storm
driftwood washes to shore
from other places . . .
what we let go
what we keep
for Harold A. Borgh (1915 – 1983)
The anniversary of my father’s passing is in March.
I still remember learning as a child that “Jesus wept” (John 11: 35 KJV).
This is a photo by Karl of the Lake Michigan beach in 2011, when I wrote this poem. Some of you may remember from my first blog, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. http://ellenolinger.wordpress.com