On the morning of Saturday 10th September 2016, as I was still coming to terms with the loss of a dear friend my thoughts floated to my homeland of England, where many of my family still live. The weather in Ellenbrook, Western Australia was very fresh that morning where I was nestled in my favourite chair all rugged up and undercover on the patio. The contrasting climates of the two homes I hold dear to my heart blended with my rising grief for my friend, and longing to see my family, gave life to the following words.
Fire burns away the dross
With cleansing from the permafrost.
Standing naked on the ground
Thoughts of loss become unbound.
Starting as a baby new
Exploring paths as if on cue.
The truth is that we are not lost
We never left we did not cross.
© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 – Expression #17 10.9.16
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