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March flurries —
snowflakes on my hand,
just not the same.
An e-mail from her — a scan
of his first love letter.
Flight home —
back then it was by train
for three days.
Riding the subway —
I listen to a Beatles album
on my iPod.
Old-timers hockey game —
a cell-phone instant replay.
Late winter
skiing trip — each run
still a thrill.
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Longer days —
toys begin to emerge
from the snow.
We scour the beach for shells
and trinkets — low tide.
Past forty —
each morning's combing,
more forehead.
Opening bell —
trading starts lower
yet again.
Spring fashion sale —
in my size, gone!
Sinking sun —
the last rays glimmer
on the tree tops.
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A layer of ice
forms on the old sleigh —
spring rain.
Patio: summer's hose
still lying as it was.
Two straws
in an empty glass —
French Café.
New car on-line —
the web page accepts my
credit card.
We go for a spin —
my wallet stays at home.
The lawyer arrives
to work out the details...
estate will.
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Patch of daffodils —
the old John Deere parked
by a collapsed barn.
Empty rocking chair —
the cat naps undisturbed.
Swing set —
a vacant seat sways
back and forth.
The kite's tail
hangs from a branch —
spring drizzle.
She rushes to the back —
one "occupied" light is off.
The backhouse door
lies on the ground — a squirrel
sits atop the roof.
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Poking out
in snow left under a tree —
snowdrops.
Angel food cake —
sixteen candles aflame.
Cleanup aisle 3!
flour in a torn bag
falls to the floor.
Fresh morning —
sheets and pillow cases
flap in the breeze.
A Valentine honeymoon —
her gown hangs on the door.
Pearls around
her neck — thoughts of him
with each touch.
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