Photo: S. Federle, Little Pink
The goodness of March,
rain, strong winds,
buds swelling —
the everyday
resurrection.
The tree
we planted last year
on the first anniversary
of your passing
is blooming,
its small, pink bursts
quietly exploding
in the green glow
after the storm.
I smile to see it —
thin, wavering limbs
climbing to the sky, defiant
in the March wind.
Are you smiling too?
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