Poem by Susan Crawford
Not death I fear but life’s loss —
smells of earth,
quiet’s words,
sleeping shades of winter’s gray,
things sole, uneven, fey.
These I shall not lightly give away.
Not death but sadness I fear losing —
unpaid labors, loves renounced,
neglected moments, misplaced ardors,
hopes not brought to breath,
and time — the tolls of time we pay.
Such are life’s legal costs for living. These too I shall not lightly give away.
From fellow Scrivener, Susan Crawford
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