EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: Bringing some of my favorite previously-published poems back to the front page.
Poetry by Greg Kerstetter
We tossed the
ashes on a
yellowed meadow
one blue September
Day. Winter rain
washed her gray,
black grains away.
Unsure where to
find her decades
later, I hike
two days to
trail’s end, where
I sit and stare
at a gray-winged
black-bodied,
yellow-dotted
dragonfly lit
on my knee.
Dark eyes forward
she returns
the interest.
About the Poet
Greg Kerstetter writes, teaches, and plays in western Massachusetts. Each spring, he plants a riotous, unplanned garden and wonders all summer why it’s so hard to keep weeded. He finds plenty of tomatoes and poems there.
Vita Brevis Press. 
I love this poem Greg..beautiful and sad,touching