1/2/08:
A change in the air.
We feel rain approaching, run
welcome it from indoors.
8/2/08:
Tiny green finches
flash in and out red flowers
through my high window.
* * *
Despite the darkness
she will not close her curtains
against the fig tree.
11/2/08:
sunny noon
after the monsoon rains
an early autumn
14/2/08:
Moving Out On Valentine's Day(Happening to various friends)
1.
Last year, a pink rose.
This year he steps on a plane
heading for elsewhere.
2.
They travel all day
in separate cars packed high
apart together.
15/2/08:
The heart of the world
pulsates. Gaia is living –
my love, my first love.
22/2/08:
Warm and lazy
the rain-swollen river
glides into autumn.
29/2/08:
A small black cricket
lurks among my cosmetics
as in a city,
starving by tall containers
needing outdoors, a forest.
******
News of her death comes.
I'm calm, but my husband says
I groan in my sleep.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008
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