Not comparable

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I see orange

pumpkins, crimson

beets and wine

chrysanthemums,

feel cool autumn air,

but not

in the hospital room,

an oxygen machine

drones, an alert button

droops helpless, near a

fig newton

beside

the small plastic cup—

waiting for winter is

not comparable

to witnessing a soul,

his long life fading away.

~

©2017 Ontheland

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My name is Janice.  I started blogging as Ontheland when I moved from Toronto to a rural area near Kingston, Ontario in Canada.  Over time I have found myself writing poetry, mostly in Japanese forms, such as haiku and haibun.  One of my deepest interests is the natural world: the joy of it and how we can look after it better.

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