black umbrella

black umbrella

the black umbrella
mud on the boots
rain quiets the land
little prairie house, 
you rest my soul
haven you have been
decades and decades


the kettle is ready 
hot and warm
i sip it gently
i find you,
hunched
lifeless
we're old,
we die but 
i wasn't ready 
to say goodbye
life, airy but stale
evoked in the spirit
i am.


i sense the end 
is near.
lovely, 
i hope it's lovely.
love died, 
you remembered.