I Should Have Asked All the People I Loved

(Note: Poems beginning March 20, and some in April, 2019, deal with grief. Return to writings prior to March for poems of a different nature.)   If only I knew what was your favorite star, or flower, river or tree, poem, or hymn, or memory, then I’d have riches to count in the spring— rivers… Continue reading I Should Have Asked All the People I Loved

Just Then, the River Stopped

(Note: Poems beginning March 20, and some in April, 2019, deal with grief. Return to writings prior to March for poems of a different nature.) In honor of the moment you were gone the river stopped running for a second— the surging water stopped, and had to wait to course through the channel toward its… Continue reading Just Then, the River Stopped

Even More Than Hope

(Painted Lady Butterflies in San Diego*) Like spirits, they will dart across our path in drifts, and zig-zag past our cheeks and hands just out of reach, and whirling toward a land far north of us, by predetermined math.   It seems a miracle—winged migration— almost as hard to fathom as moon flight. What tiny… Continue reading Even More Than Hope

A Small Rite of Passage

For now she sleeps, her hair across her arm— a teddy bear slips from her warm fingers. Her innocence and beauty so disarm, scarcely would you guess that worry lingers.   A nameless shadow joins her fragile sleep from childhood illness—gone, but nonetheless discomfort that surprised her, and so deep, her dreams are somewhat darkened… Continue reading A Small Rite of Passage