2022
overnight snow
the way silver sparkles
in your hair
she counts her years
on one hand
autumn rain
the sudden weight
of years
spent blossoms falling softly out of love
canning day
mason jars filled
with sunshine
2021
clearing the garden
my spade cuts through an acorn
in its shallow grave
beneath the blossoms
she counts her years
on one hand
my blind dog
sniffs the air . . . ah, the cry
of wild geese
