NaPoWriMo 2017: day 15

 

*for my aunt Nancy, newly made widow
and the memory of my uncle Bob


a long spring hike
bare branches 
and tiny green buds
one bush of honeysuckle 
shouting the renaissance 
of the world 
to all who would stop
and listen 


after a season
of lost children 
winter's malcontent 
examples of courage 
from unspoken 
thousands 
where does 
time go?

this ever present 
grief and love and grief 
and love:
grief

(and love)

I walked two miles today 
in the fresh spring air,
having taken benadryl,
having emptied 
my heart 
having lost 
everything 
to grief 

and been refilled again by love