The trees are weeping tears of loss and grief
The storm attacked them while they were in leaf
Birds fly by my window, very close
I have not cut the shrubs so near the house
So this garden is my private wood
Shared by birds and beatles and by God
For I find God in silence, long and green
And in the little places in between
Yet I am sad my man has had to die
After several years my heart still cries
The house, the pictures, stoneware seem to speak
I cry for him when sound is absent,bleak
Now the grief is less I miss him most
He seems so far away, in tears he floats
How my heart sings 
The pain in your lines is evident. Truly heart warming words. Love only grows, it never dies. 💗🌸
Thank you so much,Tanya for a lovely commentmKatherine
My pleasure, Katherine! Have a lovely day! 💗
You too,Tanya
Nature heals us so much.. Loved your poem..
Thanks so much.I’ve been a bit slow with ideas and the new editor.So glad you liked it,Katherine
Keep writing… Nothing will stop you…