daydreaming alone –
Lady’s Bedstraw golden buds
under my pillow
powerful hailstorm –
under the casino’s eaves
the homeless man sleeps
a sleeping baby –
his mom places in the pram
a lavender thread
grandma’s funeral –
I stumble over the roots
of an old oak tree
tall rose at the gate –
grandma’s gray mohair shawl
the same every year
quiet afternoon –
grandpa tells his dying wife
about the new pups
brimming hay wagon –
on the end of the wood pole
a blue butterfly
Forty Martyrs Day –
a child on a bike circles
the street crucifix
deserted station –
wild blackberries rimed in blue
through the barbed wire
still summer morning –
wiping off a dove’s claw prints
from my windowsill
Forty Martyrs Day –
a little girl kneels once more
to watch snowdrops grow