like days
in a life
recollections accrue
forget-me-not
Memories Amass
Phantom Limb
I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
A Cairn’s Mountain View
the memories
of memorials
holding human history
Down The Road
the blessed old barn
storing our histories
of summer
The Quiet Constance Of A Cairn
the sun
is always shining
on my memories of you
Old Structures Reminisce
behind the arbor and gazebo
berries blush recalling
memories of summer kisses
The Disappearing Barn
seasons
pass through
memories remain
Memorial Park
we sit amongst
forget me nots
and remember you
No Need To Ask
no longer here
yet everywhere
you are not forgotten
Arbor Ador
aged arbor
speaks to me
of countless happy times
Reminiscences
hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays
All Is Now
when the garden blooms
memories of winter
are exiled
To End Is To Begin
fresh light
fell on New Year’s Day
shadows came and had their say
Memory’s Fragrance
September bloom
slight spice of fall
all the past recalled
Everything
the garden holds
life and death with
Buddha at the center
Unknown Depth
the current carries
memory and hope
forward ever forward
Remembrance
solid as stones
the memories
carried
The One Hundred Year Old Window
lens of the past
abstracting the present
waves of light and memories
Scent Satchel
intoxicating lilac
carrying all previous springs
in her heady perfume
Window to the World
life passes through
memories remain
storehouse of stories
Incarnation
the tree’s shadow
shingles’ memory
of a past life
Ghosts
fog turns
the oaks to ghosts
but dimmed memories of shade
Roam
memories fastened to the fence post
new dreams roam the field
Preserving Beauty
color and light
embers of memories
to warm me in winter
Pieces of Summer
A quarter of a flower,
a sliver of the sun,
a portion of August.
The Cosmos
petals collect
summer’s sunshine
gathering memories
Passing Through
In her twilight years
the old barn shelters
wind and memories.
Overlooking
The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.
Yard Art
garden embellishments for tourists.
Paper weights for memories.