The skies weep on the airport
bidding melancholy farewell
to the time of aggregation.
On my return drive, troubled skies glower,
containing their tears while
eagles, ospreys, and hawks wheel
on rising wind born of wistful anamnesis.
At home a beam of sun light
glows at my door, grateful
illumination:
recollecting joy.
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It is always bittersweet on the last day of a gathering, as participants return home. Graduation celebration, weddings, funerals, conventions, conferences, camp. The greater the anticipation of the event, the more melancholy the ending.
I will treasure fond memories of Word on the Lake 2014. 43 hours of conference, anticipated for 572 days = 1.2 days of anticipation per hour of experience! 🙂
Sometimes, the ending remains a clear memory, while the middle disappears. Do you have any poignant endings that you hold in your heart?
Shawn L. Bird 