The Disappearing Barn

seasons
pass through
memories remain

Memorial Park

we sit amongst
forget me nots
and remember you

No Need To Ask

no longer here
yet everywhere
you are not forgotten

Arbor Ador

aged arbor
speaks to me
of countless happy times

Reminiscences

hollow in the old tree
holding memories
of yesterdays

All Is Now

when the garden blooms
memories of winter
are exiled

To End Is To Begin

fresh light
fell on New Year’s Day
shadows came and had their say