evening swallows
your eyes and mine
in tandem
the fawn
before the doe
dewfall
warm loaves
a dusting of flour
on his slippers
crazy quilt
the serendipity
of you and me
season of loss bursting open a touch-me-not
hundred-year rain
the waterfall’s roar
enters my dream
morning star
my prayer for peace
inaudible
friends and family
a pan of brownies
too warm to slice
without him
I patch the hole
in his sweater
milling the pepper
into the pot
early dusk