Backyard Outlook

Windows dark,
no little Ginger
barking in the yard
no lamp lights fill the rooms
behind closed shades

Becky’s house is empty now
in meditation stillness
pregnant with expectancy
of meeting a new family
of birthing a new home

Becky and her family lived in the house behind my house for the 18 years we have lived in this neighborhood. Because my writing window looks out onto that back yard, the house has found its way into my poetry before such as the poem, Becky’s Back Yard. 

Graphic is an original colored pencil drawing of the back of Becky’s house. (I’m starting to work on perspective in my drawing class.)