Thursday, March 15, 2012

sunlight through the bare trees

The earth is warming, and green tips beginning to show. The sun light changes, and there is something familiar and somewhat sad in it color, in the angle of the sun coming through the bare tree limbs. Suddenly, I feel her so close and remember those spring days from last year. This week, last year, my tiny girl stopped growing strong. Then over the next two weeks my body let her go. But her spirit stayed so close all year long, I feel it further away now. Until this week. Even with the stirrings and pounding of her brother beating my insides, I miss her.