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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