around Perry Hall Park without
your reassuring bumble hum.
Grasslands ablaze with daffodils,
magnolias explode, their petals confetti
the pathways, we stomp to a slush.
When roses unfurl we still walk
alone, praying you will be unlocked
before sycamore wings spin down.
I slump on your favourite chair,
missing the nuisance of your shredded
paper snowflakes, your riant smile -
the ringtone blasts me from reverie
gasping for news
that I can breathe again.
Eira Needham is a retired teacher, living in Birmingham UK. Her poetry has been published in print and online. Some publications are, Green Silk Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry and Allegro Poetry Magazine. She once came first in Inter Board Poetry Contest with a sonnet and has been ‘Featured Writer’ in West Ward Quarterly where she is often published.
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