The end

One yellow daffodil.
Through the
fog, I walk my
last poem to the
mailbox. 

Candles

Every morning I
light the
candles, Ask a 
blessing for children, 
grandchildren, partners, former
partners. For all of
them. For all of
us.

Remembering

What don't we 
remember? All 
those days
past.

Dreaming

I stood at the top
of a long
flight of stairs. 
Stepping out, I
soared.

Peace Poem

Here the rain falls lightly.
I eat my oatmeal, watch
raindrops hit a
blade of grass. In Minnesota 
barbed wire is being
placed in preparation for
the murder trial.
No justice. No
Peace.

Dusk

Porch lights climb the
hill in the dark
stars shine through
the bare branches. I
lie in bed
reading. An owl
hoots.

Spring

New buds push beech leaves shivering to the ground.
Making way for 
spring.

Only One

One yellow daffodil
soggy from rain, a
bright spot in 
dead leaves.

Rummy

Warmed by the sun,
Jim clears away 
the breakfast things.
Ready for rummy.

Spring

One crocus
purple in the
sun.