Excuse me if I weep

…the charm of this sweet

autumn day reminds me

of the charm of one I loved.

This horizon, like

hers, stretches

fluently into a

misty

miraging

ethereal distance.

These trees, like dreams

once dreamed by her,

flash gilt-edged red

in high triumph.

This wind, like

her spirit, pushes

laughter

past the

lump

in my throat.

Excuse me if I weep.

I cannot soon forget that

underneath this loveliness

    …

lies killing frost.

 

 

 

Come quickly, Lord Jesus.

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The poem was written by Judy Unruh in Lions Beyond the Lattice.