Lynne is a retired school teacher. We knew one another when my ex and I lived in TX. She knew baby Sarah. When Sarah was about two she slept over Lynne's house. Sarah was always quite independent.
The glass jar above is from my Goddard friend Iris Arenson-Fuller. When I was recovering from my kidney t plant three years ago, she sent me flowers from Kremp.
I kept the glass jar.
Iris is a personal transformation life coach and poet.
Took two walks around hilly Cowbell Road today. With and w/o boyfriend Scott.
The second walk I did instead of injecting insulin.
Here are some things I saw upon stepping out the door.
Forty years ago when my dad was dying of cancer, I saw a preying mantis on my mailbox.
I took it as a good omen he would live.
That's called "grasping at.... preying mantises."
However, we won't nap together as Judy L is coming over at 4 and we'll go out for dinner, probly Asian cuisine.
See, I know all the important points about the houses. But I DO NOT KNOW the people.
Why is it important to know names? Tell me, if you know.
THE SORROW OF FALLING LEAVES
They follow me as I
clamber up the hill
tulip maple oak beech and dogwood
they clatter behind me like women
Like Orpheus, I dare not look back
but stoop instead and bring them
home. We will live together a while
following Corey’s “Every day nature
gives us gifts”
then, aging together, an inner glimmer
will mark their disappearance.