a sudden
summer memory
the seaside captured by cold
Still Being With Her Whilst She Is Gone
Jane’s
rose arbor
in the afternoon
Lantern’s Light
flame extinguished
now illuminated
with memories
The Roots of Memory
singular pine
recording the history
of the mountain
Standing
in
the presence
of abscence
Warm Memory To Store For Winter
a Saturday landscape
the playful breeze
and laughing leaves
Journey
remembering it all
spring summer fall
raven heads into winter
A Lingering
red canoe
a memory
of summer’s kiss
Winter Abstraction
storm’s contemplation
each flake a memory
and time reorganized
Abridged
time crosses slowly
December’s snowy bridge
sojourn to the far side of remembering
Finery
winter etches
all the fine edges
into landscape and memory
Barely There
colors
soon a memory
landscape’s bones laid bare
Inscription
autumn light
etches the edges
of everything into memory
Memory’s Fragrance
September bloom
slight spice of fall
all the past recalled
Waiting Red Canoe
her reflection swims
a memory
of last summer’s youth
Yet
a memory of last summer’s sun
the winter field not yet touched
by the greens of spring
Longing
the fruit
of last year’s blossoms
hold a torch for spring
Hiatus
at the edge of memory
red kayaks wait
on the ready
Reminiscence
goldenrod in winter
summer’s memory keeper
Care
stone memories
held in place
by grace
Promise of Promise
leaves still illuminated
by last summer’s light
promising of her return
Solitude
morning’s memory
sparkling steps
of a midnight stroll
Memories
while winter batters
the white old house
her curtains remember
summer’s breeze
Time Keepers
the trees by the tracks
keep the train’s schedule
Recollection
A memory floated by
on the afternoon’s breeze –
of sweet long ago days
and basking in your spirit.
Tenderness
open hearted
yellow rose
steadfast friend
Green Dreams
A soft memory slowly focused
into a vision of Spring.
Winter Bouquet
Winter offers a fragile bouquet
a freeze dried memory
of summer days.
Mighty Foot
The old tree stands
like an elephant
remembering all.
Purple and Orange
Bold as a butterfly’s wing
foliage sears color into our memory
before the white blanket of winter descends.