My nephew was on his way over. I hung up the phone as I sauntered from the kitchen to the living room. Walking had become an issue of late but then at 96 years of age, I guess it’s to be expected.

I put the phone on the charger and shuffled, really, to the coat closet for my sweater; summer was just around the corner which made me happy. I was done with the cold.

Sweater on, purse in hand, I was ...

She was so happy

Three in the house

2 dogs and 6 cats

But definitely no mouse.

Smile on our faces

As we surveyed our home

All moving in happy

But who could’ve known.

They moved in before me

Got settled in rooms

Cats feet were buttered

But still they could zoom.

On the day I moved in

There was fear in the air

K stood in the middle

With such a mean stare.

Her anger her wrath

Came at us with ra...

If death were a game

You’d be the winner

Taking every moment

That you have

To research death

This winter.

From helium to fentanyl

Gun shots to rope

Only George heard your words

All lacking of hope.

If death were a game

You’d be the winner

For lying down upon the snow

And dying this winter....

I can feel your touch

Your arms around me.

I can see your eyes

Looking into my soul.

My head upon your chest

I smell the scent that is you.

Yet, there is no taste of your kiss

As I hear you say goodbye....

Everything was gone; even more so than the last time we came here. The 40-foot incense cedar had been taken down; dead from the fire. Oak trees, though hardy through fire, all dead from the hottest fire raging about them. Gone was the ancient apple orchard. Plum trees stood, charred, dead. Last time here, I had retrieved a wind chine from one of them, not burned, still green, now hanging at my new...

I could hear the rushing, bubbling creek as it passed through the willows on down to the waterfalls & beyond to the river, not far from where they stood. I could smell the fruit blossoms from the old apple orchard not far away. Behind them, a still snow covered mountain towering over the meadow where they now embraced.

I closed my eyes remembering you, my dear departed, and closed the book I was r...

I have to admit, it’s hard looking at her.

She has such a beautiful smile…the kind that shows her beautiful heart, lights up a room and makes each one want to smile as big as she does, bringing light into the room & into everyone.

I met her in writing class. We had a lot in common & spent a couple of years writing together in this class.

I guess during those years, I no longer saw what was look...

She hears her words on the wind

Their meanings wind around her heart.

Not a painter, sculptor nor singer

But poetry is her art....

The list of pet peeves

From the ground

to the eaves.

Til fire burned the house down

And petty peeves were buried deep

beneath the ground....

She came to him with love

In the middle of the night

In the middle of a fight

And that is why

He still believed in love....