Plodding, morning shadows
blanket the cracks along the patio
Droplets fall into tiny pools
that brighten with the white light of renewal
As one memory eludes me
another consumes me
pane of glass fogged by breath from nostrils
keeping me at bay from a world less hostile
The world is so vain and uncertain!
death in the family and I’m in love again
New day
New day
New day
New day
Melting frost on the juniper
Greyness evolves into a [bad word] of color