A new spring in a new city, the ground is cold, drab and dark now
But soon the bright grass will return to the garden I now behold.
As I stand at the strange window that is not yet familiar,
I am aware of how many times I have changed this view before.
Different cities, different apartments, different people,
Different seasons, celebrations and sights under the same sky.
Everything changes; friendships end, people die and the earth grows dark,
But, ye budding trees, I am not alone fore he wanders with me,
Dear husband, you have never left my side, my arms, my gaze or my thoughts. Continue reading