sunny days are rare
          this time of year
   i take them when i can

remember this spring past
as we walked through
  this old neighborhood?
   fat cherry blossoms dripped from
strained boughs, petals splashed
   down to sift
      into heavy, pink drifts
on the charming, 

i snapped a photo of 
    that house, remember?
the one draped in 
so many chains
     of wisteria 
         you laughed,
             called me a stalker
     and worried about what 
          the neighbors would think

your fingers laced in mine
    as our feet snow plowed petals
while we talked about
     how our home would be
       beautiful just like that

today, that same house
       wears her mottled 
December face
     bereft of flowers,
skinny trees,
    shameless in their nudity
the cracked sidewalk
    an ankle breaking bear trap
      laying in wait beneath
   a layer of 

as the rays break
  through, diffused 
by soft spots of fog
    casting light on the bones
of our romance

-- j sheridan fenn 2020

Published by Jonah Sheridan Fenn

Nerd herder, word wrangler, working on the next chapter...

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