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

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

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…

grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…

white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion

seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

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

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

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…