One yellow daffodil. Through the fog, I walk my last poem to the mailbox.
Category: February Peace Poetry
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.