Two Rivers

it was time to decorate
but her heart was still
half-thawed
and grey,
longing to bring warmth
     but Missing...
the corners
and the nooks and the wires,
the
way they could gather, 
easily around the skirts of her kitchen,
for uninterrupted
aromas
of tender meats,
sweet pecans,
and gratitude

Yes, she was missing.

Missing
The way things fit.
The way that her
eagerly chosen
evergreens
once spread their arms into every room,

and windows, not as cold and wide,
would boast of
boughs
that once
belonged
just Right.

She was careful,
to feel the sadness in that moment.
But,
without surrender,
as she 
sought new
touches, afterward
in
the Pink Flamingo.