I grieve.
Yesterday I think of nests,
garden birds landing beside me
as I stand among the flowers
blessing your little body in the soil,
feeling slow, as I ponder where to plant alyssum
and wonder when
I will have more able strength
to do what helps me sing and everything.
Twas from last Autumn to this current Spring,
the trees came down,
the flowering creeper went away
and I found myself
grieving their loss and mine.
Now your love of sunshine
heartens me on this cold day
as blue skies above
brighten our little flowers with the gnomes.
Something happened overnight,
or with a magpie's flight,
as an empty very feathered nest
is resting in the violet leaves.
It is a sign that things appear
even though no tree is near,
it has joined your graveside place
and the birds are with me
as they were with you
when warm sunshine shines through.
(Written September 16, 2024)
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