now freed the turtle
swims beneath the lily pads
new friends arriving
La Cutura 11 September 2021

summertime patience
waiting for the bee to buzz
longing for arrival
powder falls as dust
in the meantime so hopeful
we do all we must
Cinderella fell hard
a glassy slipperiness
downhill to the prince
under the snow grass
dreaming of summer sunlight
under the snow hope
bare branches tangle
across the face of the moon
my love is simple
a hot swirl of rage
questioning all decisions
reason approaches
charcoal
snow paper
I stare
not understanding
the curve of a smile
now the fog has cleared
sky limpid, sun on green hils
oh how you are missed
I like foggy days
I can pretend you are here
oh
how much you are missed