As I've said before, I am not a poet. But this seems to be the only way I can reach what I feel for Heath. Take heart, my friends. Be at peace...as I pray our beautiful boy is.
Winter
The cold bites bone deep
My breath like clouds before me
Empty, your clouds are gone
Spring
New life comes over, under
Scent of green and rich earth
The breeze your
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