Painting: Charles Porter (1847-1923) November by Susan E. Oringel With each shower of leaves, I cursed the spendthrift trees who tossed their coins away to any old wind. Mourned the bright riot, summer’s dahlias, red and phosphorescent suns. Now a kind of quiet comes, a slow, hard wind shivering sober branches, …
Sue Oringel offers the following two poems as a reflection on the recent weekend retreat – Embracing Loss and Grief for Healing and Renewed Joy. Sue comments: “The first poem represents the shock of loss and the second, a move toward acceptance.” The Fact of After Stomach sucker-punched, you double over, shaking. Face flushes, hot…