in autumn a girl's thoughts turn to glitter and trees gone golden and far off red and she is reminded that all things end, all things; it is nine months from the morning her mother died, and this cold november morning welcomes a new person, her bones the branches of an empty fig tree.
i stood in her backyard this weekend, leaves ankle high and shushing my thoughts,
at 6 weeks, the heart begins to beat in a regular rhythm,
by 8 weeks i had ghosts of fingerprints and i left them on the walls of her house,
at 2 months, the embryo responds to prodding,
at 4 months, quickening,
i moved on my own through the beginning of the summer's heat.
flocks of leaves huddle on the tree limbs, nestless, settling for the night against the wind they cannot defeat, all things end, all things, and she walks away from their emptiness into the warmth of the house.
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This took my breath clean away. Beautiful and heartbreaking but coloured through with hope. I just love it.
ReplyDeletenine months. a new person. birds and bones and wind and warmth.
ReplyDeleteand yes, hope.
here you are.
xoxo
Nine months is a very long time when you feel every second...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
I know your journey. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAll things end, and still, all things are everywhere to see again, to see anew.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful visual.
(((((HUGS)))))
ReplyDeletesigh - i feel there is a dawning of hope.
ReplyDeleteLoving your words. Wrapping you in warm thoughts. Oh yes and I would like to sit under that tree and have cookies too.
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