I still see
the rope swing, the wood pecker
your tender leaf buds and glorious colors of fall
Phantom Limb
The Form Of Emptiness
first there was something
that is now
gone
Through The Missing Part
the past
watches over
us
l Learned It From The Leaves
part was missing
it made me love
what was left more
The Space That Absence Holds
it is
the place
where love remains
What Leaving Leaves
behind
the missing spot
lies tomorrow
Two Came Together
summertime visit
from dear friends
long departed
Iconic Pollinator
so many years
we’ve missed you
how good to see you back
Still Being With Her Whilst She Is Gone
Jane’s
rose arbor
in the afternoon
The Plenty
how can I miss the flowers
when every leaf’s in bloom
fall bouquets abound on trees
Wrinkles
Wrinkles in the tree’s bark
will forever honor the missing branch.
Smile lines of its former reach.