Stones for the River

Thursday, July 9, 2020

lingering

even in silence —

the sound of

that unanswered phone’s

reverberations

winter sun —

noon is bright gold

briefly

Shut inside I almost miss startling red blooms, new on my bottlebrush.

I don’t know much more than his name and profession, my great-grandfather.

on this rose quartz heart
intersecting lines of light
form kisses both sides

Dark times. So hard
to find anything
that I can love.

First focus on the small:
leaves, flowers, young birds...

this fairy

enchanted us —

inspiring

his only book

made in old age

now his daughter

makes a facebook page

about her dad

that sweet, gifted man —

missing him (me too)

Note: If anyone's wondering, this paperback edition is long out of print. but the ebook remains available from Smashwords.

Winter but

the small geranium

blooms pink

night alone —

the comfort of

a dripping tap