.
evening silence
holiday backlogged trash cans
finally asleep
.
.
evening silence
holiday backlogged trash cans
finally asleep
.
.
endless grief and loneliness
my forever need
to touch you again
.
.
starless nights
searching for you
on the golden moon
.
.
heedless of lowered eyes
dust storm steaks
through city streets
.
.
the language of trees —
wild branches
send shadowed messages
in the wind
.
.
glue sticks, Elmer’s, paste
without you
there’s not enough glue
in the universe
to put me together again
.
.
pictures —
all the old-fashioned clothes
everyone’s best for the shot
.
.
my darkest nights
reaching to touch your love
the kiss of sparkling stars
.
.
my husband’s birthday —
there aren’t enough candles
to outshine heaven’s stars
.
.
almost your birthday —
my wish
to hear your voice
to feel your touch
again
.
.
still only spring
long dark nights
the stars
the moon
hide from the heat
.
.
morning?
night?
moonlight through the skylight
confusing me
.
.
broken
to the bottom of my soul
living
without you
.
.
songs of sorrow
searching for your face
in the golden glow
of the moon
.
.
wildflowers!
all the colors and hues
of hay fever
blooming each spring
.
.
at night
even shadows
sleep
.
.
spring rain
blue jays bathe
in the cat food bowl
.
.
losses . . .
she can only hear on speaker phone
lurkers everywhere
.
.
a widow’s undending grief —
turning the calendar
to your birthday month
.