I miss the birds in winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 16, 2018

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Submitted: July 16, 2018



I miss the birds in winter


not the way you miss

a name on a gravestone

with memories of the ice cream he bought you

and an ache in your breast

but the way you miss your mother

when you live states apart:

it’s when you see her at Christmas and say

I missed you

that you know it’s true.


I don’t realize until spring

when they return—

the birds

the grass

the buds on the lilac bush

beside my garage

it’s the way I missed

all the splintered pieces of myself

when I wore a wedding band.


I chinked the gaps in

with mud and slush and snow,

daubed over everything

with fir trees

and colored lights

and train rides to Virginia


you don’t realize things are missing

you don’t know the earth is sleeping



the first blackbird

wakes you up

and trills his first spring song.

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