remembering hues
(for my father)

as many drops drip
perhaps limitless that is
the verse of this spring

heavy dew, rain due, again
reflective times from Sky’s eye?

tears of loss weighing
with bulk, the gray dread; headstones
lining graveyard rows

or bits of unclaimed ashes
still blowing in the foul winds

let sunshine gather
in your memories of those
who have served us all

©J/h

Memorial Day