This season,
called Autumn;
following Summer.

And in the summer of 2015,
my life changed.
By death. 

My brother passed.
In the night.
Of a hot August day.

My mother left,
after a summer of misery;
when the seasons changed 
in September.

This season, 
is of mourning.
And hope.
And loss.
And love that does not end.

B.DeMers 10/21/15

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