What wind brings
Don’t wrap this silence in your memory
Gather the fallen
leaves
Your departure: a beginning.
Going means coming to understand
Summer wildfires
Sometimes ashes fall
Sometimes rains wash everything
away
Sometimes snow rises to the eaves
Don’t wrap this silence in your memory.
There’s something new on the breeze.
Each day I arrive here
Look around
and notice it feels less like home.
Remember laughter,
feel their dreaming,
it’s all still here,
but where are my desires leading?
Could this all be coming to a close?
Are talent, skills, and luck
coalescing into
something new?
The green gold glistens
in the spring light
waving languidly in the breeze
as if to greet friends
seen from a great distance.
Oh, how I miss your solemn eyes
Dark brown pools of devotion
and doggy wisdom.
Oh, when I stare into the
bright black buttons
of a puppy’s giddy newness,
I know how soon
he will have ancient wisdom,
and leave us, too.
It’s new again.
Baby love.
Cuteness overload.
I miss old, familiar love,
but this sweet face is balm
to a broken heart.
.
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Miniature poodle Mrang Such Outlandish Style (Kiltti) 13 weeks old.
It is lonely
Seeing ghosts of wagging tails
Dancing feet and twinkling eyes.
To remember joy made physical
Only because of my existence.
It is lonely
To catch the movements
From the corners of my eyes
Of furry bodies no longer present.
Grief is a hard, hard, hard burden.
But you,
Are lighter without the responsibility
Lighter with the freedom
Lighter from the consequences.
Lighter with the isolation
That is not loneliness to you.
But oh,
It is to me,
And my heavy heart struggles
With this burden of grief.
Knowing you. Knowing me.
Knowing the sacrifice you make
To bring some relief from grief,
To bring me a piece of joy again,
Wagging on the tip
of a tiny tail.
2016/04/08
Bright blooms
suggest spring:
carefree days,
novelty,
Bright blooms
celebrate spring:
gratitude,
optimism.
Summer soon.
We are planted
with potentiality;
white blanketed rest bids us wait
until spring gives us the urge to rise
to skies and find our fate.
The year is circling.
The light returns again.
Minute by minute
it’s a new dawn.
Loss is behind us
What’s coming is new,
so welcome beginnings
and good things for you.
The next adventure
awaits the sunrise.
Have faith it’ll be better
than you surmise.
Shawn L. Bird 