There was a thunder storm this afternoon.
We lost power for hours.
The moon has risen, still full.
It seems as though
it has been full for the longest time.
The power is back on now
and the worst seems over.
The night is perfumed
with roses around our deck
and after the storm,
mists are rising and floating,
I find Tor is in my thoughts tonight
as it is the anniversary of his funeral.
And the rose’s scent reminds me too
Brave young, lost poet soldiers
are not forgotten easily………
©Copyright June 11, 2009 by Faye Sizemore