KATRINAHINSON, Ph.D.

The March

 

Not so long ago-

Sun leathered skin

Taut on feeble hands

Swipes a sliding tear

You think

No one sees.

Upturned lips

That almost

Not quite

Flashes in your eyes.

Around you, changes

Take you outside

Your comfort zone.

Standing firm

Embracing, facing, doing

This thing called life;

Your way, taking us

Along for the ride.

Falling on ears,

Laughter, surprises

Eyes wide open

Sunlight dapple dances

Across airy emptiness

Casting golden shadows

Shattering even

Deep and darkened gloom.

Life moves onward

Even in raw grief.

By Katrina Hinson
©April 27, 2022