Image by Ashley Gravett

Dia de Los Muertos

it is this time of year

when I quite like to write

in the early, dark morning

by candlelight

the small flame

daring to shine light into the somber, sleeping world

comforting and warm

as I sit, bundled

in the window nook sipping coffee

today especially I am remembering my ancestors

the ones I know and the ones of whom I have only heard stories

feeling the love as the veil between realms is thinner now

cloudy gossamer an illusion of separation,

yet fear to touch lest it dissolve

echoes of memory need something to bounce off of after all

so that they can come back