
The Easter lily thrown away in the backyard, only to spring to life as my mother begins her journey of passing. Falls Church, Virginia. Monday, 23 June 2014.
What was thrown away
Has burst forth with brilliant life
To give joy and hope.
Voting day sunrise
Warms our working together
As we hope for good.
Waiting to inhale.
Hours and days tick slowly;
Corner bending sight.
Waiting to exhale
Because it’s harder to breathe
When turning fifty.
Sierra snowstorm
Hides hope beyond the whiteout
While I dream of Spring.
Slowly silently
One foot trudges the other
Must be light ahead