My photo
Cape Cod, United States
__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

__ Morning and mourning,  often... the same significance.

fifteen years
this morning of silent tears
anthem's cry


Gwil W said...

And how still
The stellar wind blows
Turning the leaves

Bill said...

wind off the harbor
waiting for the dawn

Anonymous said...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
Gisele LeBlanc said...

We were there early this summer -- saw the fountains. All those names engraved into the stone...leaves you with such a deep sense of loss; gets you right in the gut.

Sandy said...

Couldn't believe it happened then,
Still have a hard time with it.
I love that second line.

Ygraine said...

So profound...I, too, feel it still, Doug.
Each new morning does little to ease the pain of mourning...

Magyar said...

We count... three thousand more stars in each night's sky.
__ I thank you my friends. _m