The vibrant red cardinal is an uplifting, happy sign that those we have lost will live forever, so long as we keep their memory alive in our hearts.~Lori Vanover
Call me balmy, huddled in fleece, at peace
on this porch. Intent. I carry a torch
for a lake. Morning calm, daily release
the last vestige of a vintage deceased.
I create a new life. Intuition
rife so I can’t be bamboozled. One
robin slams into the newly cleaned glass.
I gasp. Feathers stick and float. Now a bass
splashes, crashes into mirror-smooth mere,
reaches me here with a repugnant jeer.
I’m not immune to tricks. The fine print bores
in language of new leases and the tours
a whirlwind of doors slamming. Not the space
of sanctuary I seek to replace.
A bright red cardinal flutters in vain
to pierce pristine windows. I do the same.