This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/).
The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/).
Grace
the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust
I am laid bare, exposed to wind
my limbs, brittle, still pleading
for a meal of sun
some days too short for food
nests lay bare as squirrels forage
the wind cools me to my roots
I am glass
holding on to my reflections
lest they be lost to twilight
Grace clothes me in a gown
meant for a bride embracing her heart
this pure finery sparkles as diamonds
on my icy bough
I rest with the Angel of Mercy
©2019 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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meelosmom@podbean.com (Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul)
Image: my yard
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 
Nice reading, Barb. Your inflections carry the emotion of the words.
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Thank you, Ken! I was hoping so. 🤗
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Such heartwarming emotions you weave,
Abd how I love your name too… sunshine weaver. Stay blest!
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Thank you, friend! May you be healthy and safe!
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Beautiful. I loved listening to you, Barbara.
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Thank you, my friend! It means a lot! 🌹I hope you are safe and well!
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You are so welcome. I am well, thank you. I hope you are keeping well too. ❤️
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Yes, thank you! Sequestered away since mid March.
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Take care, friend and stay safe.
How’s Martha?
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Very well! Thank you! 🌹
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I Love this, Barb. Your imagery is beautiful and peaceful – both communicating the feeling of grace. Much needed these days!
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Thank you, sweet sister! May you be safe and well! ♥️♥️♥️
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