Tuesday I mentioned a poem read by Karen Honnold at Lucidity. She gave me permission to share it….
Another Spring
by Karen Honnold
It is spring again. Another one without you. Who can I tell about the black crow his beak full of my white dog’s fur? Who will listen or care, that the woods behind the house has changed due to the erosion of
spring rains.
A sparrow is fighting with
some wrens for the
bluebird house.
Who can I tell?
The squirrels are digging
up flowers I’ve planted
making more work for me.
It was you who listened
to the minutia of my life,
those little things that
make up my days.
I saw two turtles in the
woods
but, who can I tell?
Beautiful poem – thanks for sharing it here – wish I could have been at Lucidity. . .
I loved this when Karen read it. It’s beautiful! Thanks for sharing.