Saturday, November 6, 2010

Saturday Scribbles: Harold's Song

Morning Fog

This has long been one of my favorite things I've written. My Dad would have been 83 years old this month. He died nearly 29 years ago. This poem perfectly captures the longing I feel for his company, particularly on a cool, crisp Autumn day.

Harold’s Song

your colors are
an Autumn sky and
trees that clash in peace
fire is beauty dying alive
in a smoke-filled
evergreen breath
as crisp air singes
tears on my lashes
clouded grey artistry
pulls against the blue
and twines fingers
thru a palette of leaves
leaving me fogged by
a canvas scented memory of you

© Barbara Ann Black, 2010-2011


  1. Darn you, Barb, you made me cry with this..yet I thank you for it. Its beautiful. My dad died 10 years ago this month after being diagnosed with small cell cancer of the liver the year before...on his birthday no less. He was told when diagnosed that he had only 3 months left....he got almost a year...I am thankful for every extra minute of that. He would have loved this design.

    Joan Ver Strate-Lottner

  2. Aw, thanks Joan. There are some things that time just doesn't change, huh? Big hugs to you.


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