outside my window, our neighbor putters in her garden.
her roses languish while weeds have their way.
chemo, a fourth round, has taken its toll.
a few wispy hairs blow in the soft breeze.
i close my door gently behind me and we exchange a quick hug.
fear of crushing fragile bones holds me back a little
though her spirit soars, strong, unwavering
like the circling hawk above us, sun on golden wings.
at a distance a blackbird caws,
while hummingbird savors nectar,
drinks in the sweetness of the moment,
unafraid of that which is to come.
Join us at dVerse Poetics where Shanyn invites us to take a look out the window and write about it.