February, and snow is
in the forecast
it’s been colder here
than what is usual
though yesterday,
a surprise spark of violets
in the subtle shelter
of stone and spruce
trilled something other
than Winter’s tune –
impermanent, but
etched into the day
© Sarah Whiteley
until I saw them for myself,
your feet existed
purely as theory
how jarring now to find them
planted firmly
on the porch
© Sarah Whiteley
the corners
where we never stood
surprise me most
with curbed whisperings
of what wasn’t
and more,
of what won’t
this is the quandary
of your ghost
shadowing me
in the places
we’ve never walked
to the streets
we won’t
© Sarah Whiteley
PS – To those wondering why I’ve been quiet on the writing-front… I’ve simply rediscovered my watercolor pencils and for now they hold my fancy. Never fear. The word wheels never stop turning completely and the cool fall air is bringing on the urge for more words. Soon.
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