Come find answers—
whisper at the moon
its light draped over the trees here
the weeping path
and laid over shoulders bent
still carrying a thing long ago interred
The way it all decays…
Breathe in together the sweet scent
down to the deepest
to an iron fist holding fast to dreams fading
Loosen the grip of those muscles that crave stillness
bones encased in silver and gold
and washed with their share of the blood
See there, on far horizons
signal fires scorch the sky
calling all armies to the red field
and always the rains come after they’ve passed by
to wash away the ash
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Happy December!
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Photo by Kym MacKinnon on Unsplash
Mitchel David Ring 
8 responses to “The Weeping Path”
Letting go, always the hardest thing to do.
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It really is!
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What a way to begin the last month of a roller-coaster year:)cheers to you all and have a great month🥂
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Tears welled up here. What else can I say?
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I appreciate you sharing that, Dawn (:
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I’m always really impressed at your poems. Great! Really expressive.
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Thanks so much! That means a lot. Cheers (:
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Great piece David. ❤️
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