Three short poems about departing

​Departing #1

​Distant hills calling.
​Goodbye frigid City.
​Not even the
moonlight waves
goodbye this time.

Departing #2

A season come and gone.
The wind and winter sun
are not impressed.
But still smile a goodbye.
As the spring waits quietly.

Departing #3

The sky whispers
“Goodbye Andrew”
And the silence
has enough time.
To freeze another
death mask.


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