in summer sunsets I find the glowing
embers of your eyes
as if the poets and painters
gazed upon your irises in reference

the art sat for centuries before your date of birth
as if some prophecy
that roses could be pale as ice
with scathing tones and imbruing eyes to my forested mind

We need to thank the people
that gave us support this year
that understood our pain
The people that never left us
Their presence
Their voices
Their words
gave us hope
to never give up