The pink Capsule hangs in the Honey Suckle

Two days the Crow stays!

– then leaves when the rain comes

Two bottles of wine – one red one white

Two benzos – both white and small

A Mother’s Purple Comforter –

The Seagull; I haven’t seen yet…

I took my glasses off
To see clearly on the trail;
A cool wind on my cheek
Moving water beneath the bridge
Gravel under feet
The horn of a distant train
A buzzing aircraft – wondering if they can see me
As I stand amidst the Four Cedars.

The stairway stood in time

As orange changed into gold

A flame was left to Seethe

Then Smoldered in the cold

Persistent and continual

The never-ending burn

A spark was all that’s needed

For all I hold and yearn.