My companions as dawn breaks this Sunday morning are the birds serenading me and the rabbit breaking his fast on the clover scattered across my yard. I sit above the fray, listening to Lay, Lady, Lay, Dylan’s most melodious singing of his career. A little blackbird with a luminescent sheen perches on the high railing,Continue reading “Sunday Morning”
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Whisper My Name
Just one more embrace one more caress. To hear you sigh, to see your lips form an oh, and then to hear you whisper my name into the darkness of the night.
Two Pieces – If Only and Fireflies
If Only If Only, I don’t have regrets but I know a missed opportunity when I see one. If only I had taken off the harness sooner and followed you on your wild escapades to far off places. Trips to Iceland mud masked at the Blue Lagoon, the Netherlands where you stayed with Arlene atContinue reading “Two Pieces – If Only and Fireflies”
Grateful Rememberings
I am struck by the enormity of the love I have received and only know its breadth and depth by the chasm that lies empty now. The sweet tenderness of my grandmother, a dollop of sour cream in a bowl of borsht only served after she would hold my hands in hers under warm soapyContinue reading “Grateful Rememberings”
Celebrating Earth and Your Day
And so, my love, it is your birthday, not that we began your celebrations that day. We often started on the first of April, sometimes before a daffodil was spotted, but not before the shelves of stores carried Easter eggs and stuffed bunnies. I will celebrate you in the woods this day. It rained thisContinue reading “Celebrating Earth and Your Day”
Spilled Wine To Remember
This morning holds more than memories; they are imprints etched into the very fabric of my soul, kept safely in the chambers of my heart. This year the celebration of our peoples freedom and the anniversary of my fathers passing sit one day apart. The significance of this holiday is woven into strands of DNAContinue reading “Spilled Wine To Remember”
Come Back To Bed
The eruption of tears, the depths of despair, the endless fog, self-neglect and recriminations have abated, if not stopped altogether, but she is still gone. Her hand in mine as we walked the streets of the city, until it took both of my hands to hold the purchases we had made. Sitting on the husbandContinue reading “Come Back To Bed”
Valentine’s Day
I will never know a love like this again. It was a few days before Valentine’s Day in 1974 that we met for the second time. The first time was a few years before, introduced by a mutual friend. We needed to let life knock the wind out of us before we realized we hadContinue reading “Valentine’s Day”
Brighter Than the Night
I wakeand see the light ahead—it’s dawn. Memories of my grandmothermurmuring over my tear-stained face,a bit of wisdomI have never forgottenthese seven decades later:that the morningis brighter than the night. Those incantations,said as she tucked me in,let me sighand let go of the angstthat kept mefrom the comfort of my blanketsand the bedraggled square ofContinue reading “Brighter Than the Night”
Worthy
I close my eyesand see us inour youthful blissbetween thetempest of our teensand our children’s first breath. Friday dinners at our little kitchen tableabove the bridal store in city’s center yet home was anywhereI could gaze into your eyesand watch your lips formone of their thousand shapes. They spoke a language of their own.My heartstringsContinue reading “Worthy”