Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction

Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind

There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…

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liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…

Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39