memories of you

poised to catch me unawares…

beneath frozen ground

the sprung traps

of crocuses and snowdrops

GUSTS #13 spring 2011


will I ever find

the words for this grief…?

still I seek

the coolness of your shadow,

the ink wells of rock pools

GUSTS #13 spring 2011


and now

may the elements be still…

this rolling stone

settles in the niche of you

to gather moss

GUSTS #13 spring 2011


in the apple blossom

I watched a century

come and go…

the silken pose

of a white butterfly


I did not know

the path would be so hard

until I joined her…

as the sun slips between the hills

I take my mother’s hand



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