A Mourning in March

By Lauren Giove

The transition from winter to spring is a quiet one 

snow tracks into the house and melts alongside muddy boots

sturdy lumber stretches to the sky and is warmed by turning winds

the creek thaws and the mountains grow naked

and I am left wandering peaks unsure of what to do with the empty space.

I’ve mended these bones to withstand harsh winters 

turning cheek to a bitter cold that no longer stands threatening

turning into faint laughter and a brightly lit dining room table

my fingers crack with the stiffness and blood seeps through the pores

but I have chosen this life 

just as it had chosen me. 

Flowers are blooming and the grass is allowing life back into its surface

and the other day I saw a bee on the windshield wiper 

amidst the rainfall and greys that paint the world 

new beginnings are around the corner 

the birds tell me every morning. 

Everything is changing again 

I love you.

Lauren Giove is an alumna of CT State Tunxis.

Union Lake thawing in Spring, reflecting the blue sky and clouds. By Snapdragon66. Creative Commons license viewable at <https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lake_reflecting_sky.jpg>.