After we've gone ...

After we’ve gone  

(I like to think)

Earth will at last
rest ...

and recover.

For Weekly Scribblings #35: Rest at Poets and Storytellers United.

Irises

This may be 

technically winter

but in my neglected

weed-filled garden

suddenly irises bloom.

old lady ...

1.

old lady —
instead of romance
chocolates


2.

old lady —
instead of lovers
hot novels

(I'm not being ageist. I'm the old lady concerned, and quite happy, albeit wryly amused, with my substitutions.)

alone ...

alone —
the days
go by

nightfall ...

nightfall –

running feet

echo

dusk ...

dusk –
children's voices
fade

Instead of the monumental ...

Instead of the monumental, she opts to make small, exquisite things.