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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
Such a terrible loss - maybe that cardinal was meant just for you. Tenderly written - Jae
ReplyDeleteYou captured the sorrow of November' and of the loss of a loved one in your Prosery, Truedessa. But oh, that colourful cardinal!
ReplyDeleteThis was heart wrenching and beautiful all in one. So well done!
ReplyDeleteI feel the pain in every line. Beautifully written, True. I love the cardinal visit.
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa - this was very melancholy - I feel for you ... but a very clever and thoughtful post. With thoughts - Hilary
ReplyDeleteVery nicely crafted story, Truedessa. That time of loss does feel like bare November when all the Fall beauty is gone.
ReplyDeleteSo very sad - thoughts with you.
ReplyDeleteTo me the cardinal was a messanger... with time it will still hurt but gradually you will welcome the sting.
ReplyDeleteYour words moved through me, deep and sad, an ache we wish we never had... you made me feel, wonderfully written
ReplyDeleteYour prose touched my heart, True ........
ReplyDelete"I knew his limbs would no longer walk amongst the living." Such poignant phrasing, Truedessa.
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