The chatter of squirrels and sweet
chirping birds dart around
edges of the porch

where I sit
just looking over these
spots where we talked,

replaying shared moments
through days of joy, dancing,
reading, songs, and

walks by the creek.
I look to the lengthening shadows
draped down the hill in their

mournful goodbye to day,
knowing tomorrow the sun will fill
all these places with light again

tucking memories into folds of my
like seeds layered into leaf
litter across the forest floor.