No Couches
No couches and white blouses today
but a satisfying search in Senior Thrift
yielding pink bucket, pink basket, soft cotton,
light pine shelf with two drawers.
Glory sun over blue Sound waters greets my exit,
Cold riffling breeze . . . contentment.
Firstborn
The Anne-before-she-died would be gratified to know
that Mom’s last week at home included
questions about how she died,
the two-years-later statement from our befuddled mother:
“I still miss her.”
Evergreen
Majestic firs rise mute
against clear blue sky sparkled with sun.
Silent beauty: branches lift by breeze.
I sense the spiritual frequency of worship,
glory shouted by tipped Northwest Pines,
all evergreen joined in everlasting praise to Creator-God, the Three-In-One.
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