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

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