Out in our wandering, we came upon an old house, near falling away to rejoin the earth.
THe yard is grown with blackberry briars, slowly eating away at the bed of iris.
I can see the touch of a woman’s hand here, and I wonder about her…
I’ll be back, with a shovel and tub. I will take her flowers to a new home, and hope someday in the future, someone will do the same here and spread the beauty and springtime joy.