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It was not yesterday, I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow. Sadly, it was last year when I felt the coldness of loss.
I sat on a wooden pew praying the chilliness would pass. But sadly, I knew his limbs would no longer walk amongst the living. The tears streamed down my face as I saw the text on my phone. “He’s gone”. The words struck somewhere deep inside my soul. A wound I knew would never heal.
Today, the first snow of the season arrived as the temperatures quickly dropped. I looked outside my window in wonder. A cardinal landed on the bush outside a messenger from the other side. Gone in a flash of vibrant red against the white fresh snow. I wept in the silence of the afternoon and the wound oozed.
written for dVerse - Prosery Prompt
hosted by Kim - Writing Prosery of 144 or less
incorporating the following from My November Guest by Robert Frost
“Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow”
In memory of my brother
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