Spring by Jill Lurie




Do I have to let this season go?

The flow
Is not of our doing,
And some things ripen
Before we are ready.

Help me build a bridge
To knowing you
Outside your body…
Your light, your laugh.

Find me in the garden
Warm air buzzing,
Faded flowers
Whispering your name.

poem/photo: Jill Lurie


One thought on “Spring by Jill Lurie

  1. This is a poem by Jill Lurie. We share the same name and have the odd connection of often being in the same place mentally and emotionally at the same time even though we live in two different cities. I re-blogged this because I love the spare sadness of loss coming before we are ready to let go. I’ve been feeling that lately in my life.


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