Grief is the undiscovered country
through which I wander
a trackless forest
that yields to fields
of strange flowers
No one can reveal
the way through
there are no signposts
telling me the mileage
to my destination
and so, I wander
stopping here and there
to take in the scenery
weeping
remembering
cherishing the gifts
of those who are now gone
lost
but not forgotten
and every so often
I look up
and see the stars
Aurora Rose
Durango