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and the chill has set in on mine,
crisp mornings bite bone-branches bare
consuming all life and colour.
All that is left is flashes of paint
spiralling downwards to gray stones,
where the shoes of my children will carry me.
Submitted on 2011-12-13 21:15:31
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wow...and as our children grow older it makes us feel more and more in the autumn of our life...
and then we start feeling that chill of the end...
and the imagery here is amazing...they will be carrying my body...to gray stones...the shoes of the children..
reminds me of the movie "ordinary People"
when donald sutherland said to mary tyler moore..."we were burying our son, and you were worried about what shoes i was wearing"
but then we hope to have our children bury us rather than the other way around.
anyway...really expressive write...moodful imagery.
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