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,
cracked
sidewalk
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
decomposing
leaves
as the rays break
through, diffused
by soft spots of fog
casting light on the bones
of our romance
-- j sheridan fenn 2020
