Snow on the ground
sun in the air
birds crowd the feeder
in noisy chaos.
This is the birthday of
a former lover now gone
from my life, tomorrow
of an old friend now gone
from this world.
Two names on a calendar
of birthdays that elicit
only memories now.
People wander in and away
I continue to feed the birds
the sun continues to shine
or hide, snow falls then stops
years roll along piling up in drifts
behind me leaving me
wondering whose name
will mean what on that calendar
this time next year?
Beautiful, and so sadly true.
Thanks, Michele. Yes. Today is my friend Pam’s birthday.