Always the first signs—
spring, summer, fall, and winter.
Throughout the course
of our seasons,
red robins and the hoot of an owl
remind me
of that one tree swaying
without even a hint of a breeze.
It reminds me…

At night as I drive along city or country roads, the street lamp goes out and I say hello back to you. In my mind, clearly, there is no other reason for one single lamp to quickly dim other than for you to let me know that you’re watching over me.

How many people silently miss the ones that they’ve lost? It’s isolating. Not something we talk about or share with others. We like happy, not sad.

I wonder, will we be reunited with our lost loves? I like to think it will be one magnificent reunion. The thought soothes and makes me smile.

In Memory: Julie, Lloyd, Alice, Steve, Gladys, Dad, Alan, Doug, Shirley, Normy, Richard, Dude, Lisa, Mama, Pat A., Libby, Duane, Pete, Auntie M … I’ve stopped adding the death of those that have meant so much to me. October 2024