Two Years Since or 100 Word Poem

an impromptu gathering
one rust orange and one flaming red
branch to branch
an afternoon pursuit
and song

the 23rd came and went too
with only the vibration of wood
as evidence

what does grief leave behind
as marker or proof

the well of nothingness
grows deeper
bird call
sounds more sorrowful
hue of blood in dirt
blooms more vivid

life seems as hasty now
as ever
forgettable as last year’s nest
wasted as broken eggshells

these anniversaries
whether remembered or not
are on the path
from here to there

as we migrate
between love and death
life and flight