It’s been a sad week, one way and another.
Tanka for Bev, and for Manfred
The news comes –
two different friends
dead this week.
The nights grow colder
with brilliant sunsets.
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Landay for John
My face in the mirror pinched and old –
I approach the sad part of the memoir I’m writing.
July. This is the same month he died
in a long ago year when the sun set for us both.
After the sunset, the long dark night.
Inexorably, the sun rises again – for one.
Forty years past I shed many tears.
I open the page and find I have still more to fall.
Sharing with Poets and Storytellers United in Friday Writings #36: Sunset.
Sunset photo © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2019