The empty spaces
between Autumn and Winter
between past and present
The spaces between trees
Evergreen branches swaying
A folded garden umbrella
on the deserted patio
Out the back door
of my mother’s house
A house that was ours
Once.
She always wanted a pergola
We kids wanted an ice skating pond
A place to ski in winter
A dog to run around with
A baby brother
A younger sister
A bigger bedroom
than my brother
Which I got.
The empty spaces are filled now,
before I empty them again.