Grief is a River

Grief is a river that now runs through my life.  Sometimes it is slow and steady, passing gently over rocks of remembrance, pooling up in beautiful, idyllic scenes where the late afternoon sun brushes through the trees and paints the waters and the riverbank in bright splashes of quivering light.  The aching beauty of having…

The Daily Turn #4: Naming All the Colors

Naming all the colorsis harder than you think–best if left until the first cup of lavender-grey teahas made its waythrough all five senses. The table is pinkerin the morning(on this kind of morning–a pale wood-rose)than in the dandelion lightof afternoon.And the pink of each morningis a different pinkWhich my daughter seems to know instinctively:Coming down the…