a darkening pall to the west —

encroaching storm

what needs done, needs done

writings going back to 2009

my own personal arcana,

musings on weather & politics,

family drama, future plans,

exhilarations and disappointments,

not necessarily in equal measure —

all gone, feather-light layers of ash

at the bottom of our fire pit

but not before archiving poetry origins

long forgotten which may yet yield

varying shades of lyrical gold

planning our basement remodel

we land – again! – on our final layout

chill air & biting wind

sunshine, a myth amid the blue

neighbor boys shooting baskets

in shorts, flip-flops & t-shirts

outshining the sun

my husband’s loving heart

pigmented brushstrokes

color applied

to textured paper

I warmly embrace

a forgotten muse

under a soggy gray sky

I step across

a squishy backyard,

grape-jelly feeders in hand,

eager for our first

oriole sightings

nibs of color ready to pounce

pink? yellow? orange delight?

our little world now waits

Mom’s favorite color

daffodil yellow

a shrine to her memory