the leaves give a lingering goodbye
small parts already departed
their absence a bittersweet embellishment
The Form Of Emptiness
first there was something
that is now
gone
The Quiet Constance Of A Cairn
the sun
is always shining
on my memories of you
Memorial Park
No Need To Ask
Freed Masonry
Recovery
Spirit in Clouds
During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.