a winter’s afternoon

as days grow short

you have to wonder. . .

will it be sudden and unexpected?

long and lingering?

peaceful or terrifying?

–the only certainties—

you can’t love without losing

–you can’t live without dying.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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