“Like a Halo”

 

 

 

 

 

LEAF 2 (Like a Halo)

 

LIKE A HALO – II

 

Dead brown leaves
one or two
pressed thin
against the wet cement
like the ghost of a soul
barely visible
in the shallow pool of melting ice
salt crystals scattered
like a halo.

The sun is sketchy
warm but weak
The frenzy
before a holiday
Is not palpable since
I won’t celebrate
instead
standing aside
just wait.

 

– Diane Sophrin.
  Vermont, 12.26.19

 

 

 

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