Bio Note: I have been writing sonnets about love and grief. Searching for words that fit the rhythm and rhyme is like putting a puzzle together, piece-by-piece, and this process is helping me find solace in the loss of dear friends. There is so much beyond my control, yet I can write.
for N.M. I saw a cardinal and thought of you, how we sat on your back porch last summer, after your tumor was removed, and watched the birds at the feeder. There were deer too, crashing through the woods into your backyard—wild runners! But the way that red bird flew from the emerald trees—bright, bold, and eager— painting a brilliant crimson streak across the gray worry of illness. What, if anything, could I have said? I trusted it was enough to keep that blessèd quiet with stillness.
©2022 Andrew Taylor-Troutman
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