Winter Forest

Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature. Would I have felt the same way if I hadn’t been surrounded by trees he and Mom planted? The tallest spruce in my line of vision was a stranger. I’d probably never taken the time to really look at it before.

winter forest—
endless archives
of light

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