Saturday, April 6, 2013

National Poetry Month: Day Six

In the Land of Loss

Tonight's wolf howls
a low wail of sorrow.
Mourning and disbelief
sit at the threshold.

There is too much
too many, too much
to keep outside.

We lock doors, gather
three, knit together like a braid.
We light candles.
Call the circle.

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