I have been with my father to the place
He was born and spent his first six months.
A stone-fitted cottage
High in the hills
sticks as art
The 6:00 AM walk to the lakeshore
To bathe and swim.
This morning a different route through the still-shaded fields
race track
Anticipation.
Country music upbeat bounce.
“Callin’ all you cowboys, these ladies want to dance.”
my child has a child
My child
Has a child
I hold a baby with skin that’s clean and fresh
a walk with emily
Spindly fir tree
Set amongst the baby’s breath
And some other white flower I don’t know
The name of.
a christmas carol
A Ghost Story of Christmas
Written as a novella by Charles Dickens, abridged to bring you pleasure and joy of the season.
orange cup
The orange cup
Beside the path
So out of place
Reunions
You used to envy those others whose poise and confidence
were such that in any social situation
they could hold the attention of the room