In His Absence Tangled in knotted thought, alone in grief's embrace, my own silence cannot hear me screaming. Snowdrops First blooms of the new year hang from green shepherd's hooks, tremble in icy garden winds and wait. Petals like three white tears remind me of your death. Living with bone-cold grief, I long for spring.

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