On the driveway
Of our home
We stand together
Heads back looking up
Into the black of the
Sky
As the full moon
Allows earth's shadow
To cover the brilliance
Of her light
Slowly but not truly
Slow
Her white light
Disappears
As tho a blanket
Were being pulled
Over her naked
Face
You hold my hand
You keep my feet
Steady
On the cement
They stand upon
It is a closeness
An intimacy I feel
Together
Under the sky
This gift from the natural
World
The Universe Itself
Oh thank you
Thank you
Thank you
It is the dark of night
I lie under my quilt warm
Comfortable secure
Listening as wind
Pushes the rain
Against my window
In the cold wet
Of this night
Where do they go
In the dim light
Of next morning
Out the kitchen window
The asphalt street
Glistens like polished silver
Tops of distant palm trees
Sway side to side
In the wind
In the cold wind
Of this wet day
Where do they go
The Sycamore’s dried leaves
Of burnished gold
Hang expectantly
From their branches
Ready to fall
Onto the waiting
Ground
***
January cold
Wraps itself around
Southern California
From my window
Three plants
Bitten by frost
In the night
Their leaves shriveled
Browned
On emaciated stalks
In shocking contrast
Green leaves on the hibiscus
Live untouched
***
You live in my heart
Little girl little boy
Never forgotten
Children
Walking to freedom
From Guatemala
Die in Mexico
At the border
Denied America forever
***
Like a flock of songbirds
All colors all sizes
My children my grandchildren
Gather around me
A few precious
Hours
We eat we sing we laugh
Until they fly away
Again
And I am left
To sing their songs
Alone