Trellis (a poem)


I looked to the past
To see a future
Coming back to the hill as I did
Vision restored

Last day
An empty place
Midst the horror that is

No goodbyes
Just as well
Silence increasingly rare
Still but for the restlessness in me

A quiet parting at
The trellis, my favorite feature
Unassuming beauty in the sky
It’ll have to do

Trellis (a poem) by,
Christina Schmidt, MA