Trellis (a poem)

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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
COVID-19

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
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