|photos by PSC - 1/30/2012|
(for Chip - 1/30/2012)
Found the first on the side of the road,
white fluff fluttering,
blowing beautiful in the breeze;
next, a step or two away, another,
which I partnered with the first
and – click – a picture taken; steps later,
yet another, more colorful and – click,
another picture, memory preserved.
Then, I spotted more – one here, one
there, and a realization dawned,
more and more – feather upon feather,
I began gathering them up one by one, knowing,
even before the bloody, broken barb appeared,
an untimely death had occurred here.
Still, I gathered what I could – of the beauty left
scattered on the trail – as a token – a remembrance.
Perhaps it’s all we – any of us – can hope for:
to leave behind some essence of beauty,
something that others may recollect,
and cherish, after we are gone.
In memory of our good friend... who died 1 year ago today.
You are missed, Chip.
|old family vacation photos - Cape Cod, Mass.|