a sign that the best is yet to come

I know the road home

is bordered with bluets.

White Trillium in May

There was the first time I saw them. And it was magical.
There was the last time I saw them while he was alive. And, that too, was magical.
There was the first time I saw them without him but felt him nearby. And it was magical.
There was the first time I saw them this year, marking one year. In the company of a friend, I was able to remember all of those times, and mark another time, to smile and remember. And it was magical.

 

pausing to appreciate

the way we each see

and share

life unfurling

a place to wait

another crossing of time

meet me 

where the road runs out

hobblebush 

windy, chilly day

sharing a place

 

of beautiful surprises