Thanks for reminding me of the loss. Here's my move and poem.
Cycles
e4
Long shadow of winter
Stillness of snow
Fallow field
Rot of fallen fruit
Scattered seed
White buds in morning
	
	
Cycles
e4
Long shadow of winter
Stillness of snow
Fallow field
Rot of fallen fruit
Scattered seed
White buds in morning
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
	

 

