this day moving into deeper gray
your gentle heart
a rose
leaning toward home
dream dancing: in my purple robe
the moon drips silver
on my upturned face
wandering the icy driveway —
lost gull
I would help you if I could
my darling
if only you weren't
allergic to flowers!
years ago
we lit a dozen candles —
now one flame is enough
when you are not here
I know you are everywhere —
but still . . . .
stretching my ears
your footsteps descend
the stairs
the drummers have all gone home —
welcome back
birdsong
this melancholy morning
Rumi and Sappho
whisper to me
