Sunlight filters through the trees
Mottling green on green
In the soft grass that
Carpets the yard.
When the summer zephyr blows
The ground becomes
A monochromatic kaleidoscope.
My dog is a reddish blur
As he chases his ball.
Turning to look at me, dropping the ball
He is the picture of happiness.
And I find myself smiling
Even with the heaviness in my chest.
The healing has just started
It’s in its infancy still.
But it is welcome.