All Hallows’ Eve, Walpurgisnacht,Day of the Dead,All Saints’ Day,Día de Muertos.
I walk in a verdant garden,enjoying sunshine, birdsong, and the scent of flowers.
The summer night is warm,crickets are chirping.
In a small sleepy town,the young country doctor ekes out a living.
how i missed youhoping that strangers would turn aroundand be youonce I woke, at 3 a.m., in anguish…
Words fall on paper,like leaves in autumn.Wind blows it into a pattern.
The questions I grapple with today -have already been laid to restby early church fathers.