memories, nostalgia, reflecting, Uncategorized

at year’s end

loneliness comes down - a shroud 
over the holy days
at year’s end.
unbidden, she comes, her dance
mixed with tears, memories -
as lights brighten the darkness,
the early night.

poem and photo by Mary Elyn Bahlert, 12/2023

      

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