[Soaring Feather]

Yellowed photos
bent, dog eared, edges
cracked and faded
placed in folds of
antique lace
and held together
with a scrap of ribbon
hold the aging memories

We young, walked paths
winding through fern
woods and wild mints
and we dreamed together

then warm days chilled
I placed roses on
your stone...

[Camachee]

mistress of dawning
breathe warmth into my chilled soul
help me wake at last

[Kay Syrah]

fallen years
ripple in the
fade of time
without you
changing
the landscape
of your hidden
geography
where grow roses,
that would
defeat stones.