White blossoms cover the path,
fallen promises
giving way to green

Overhead, a cumulous dough boy,
giant and channeling a Macy’s Day Parade
its cloudy brethren gather in the distance

Dark bellies herald rain

An old walk and a new dog,
a discovered street just off the familiar park,
two dead ends but finding our way home

Another day without you and I watch the seasons change,
a minutia of petals on the patio, the tilted earth
and the turning world

I track the full moon on my painted canvas calendar
watching circles disappear from left to right
each day, a little less remains

Fingernail crescent to nothing at all
now waxing gibbous to full faced orb

Bright silent moon orbiting my planet like a puppy,
imperceptibly moving away from its earthly embrace
toward infinite space

I have always written to help me process and understand my place in the world.  In the last two years, since the loss of my beloved sister to suicide, reading and writing poetry has helped me deal with the deep grief and complex emotions that flooded my life.  By sharing my thoughts and words, I hope to ignite a spark of recognition and connect with others in this petri dish of life.  I work as a speech therapist and live with my best friend, Benji, the dog.  We both enjoy long walks in the green belt next to our home.