prediction

 

 

The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible

 

It was going to be a harsh winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

remembering

 

 

 

 

 

when she referred to this color as old-lady-blue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spill

 

 

 

 

 

summer in your house
the morning light poured in
spilling on the chenille
like warm milk

dishes clattering in the kitchen
as you made breakfast

 

 

 

 

 

no worries

 

 

 

 

 

I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…

 

 

 

 

 

 

release

 

 

 

 

 

she strained to hold on to the good parts
when the not-so-good parts were hard to shake off