Door, who passed throughOver your threshold?Who went out in the early morning?A farmer to milk his cow?Who came home to eat at noon? The farmer from his fields?The children from school?Door, who latched you at night?Who lit the oil lamp at the table?What mother sat after rocking a baby to sleepKnitting a warm hat, mending clothes, darning stockings?Door,... Continue Reading →

Your bones and frameScarred and wrinkled with age,Your hair, a few wisps of vine,Your window framesEyesight darkened by strainWhere children once peeked out at morningWatched rain fall  Snowflakes tumblingDaffodils blooming yellow in spring sunlightNow your vision goneEyelids closedWhitewashed wall.

Honeysuckle vine?Trumpet Creeper?Where are your leaves?Where are your blooms?Where have your hummingbirds gone?Take your rest.Take your sleep.Spring will be here soon enough,And another busy summer of Wild tangled growing.