Rosehips remain on the bushes,
someone sings about God aging.
In the cold winter, I craved ice cream
a mix of strawberry and vanilla.

I’ve weathered crises,
my brain’s convolutions feel heavy.
I can feel the flow of my blood.
An old man sits on a car, dying.

I’m afraid of cars,
afraid of collisions, of accidents.
I drop ice cubes into lemonade;
even in winter, I love cold drinks and food.

My grandmother knits socks for me.
I’m afraid she’s grown old,
afraid of losing her.

The sunset heralds the coming night
in winter, darkness falls quickly.

We always spent time near the waters,
gazing at the reflection of lights,
the ripples forming and spreading,
every moment at peace with nature.

Sitting alone by the waters now,
looking at the birds flying over head,
listening to the splash against rocks,
you occupy all of my mind and heart.

They ask me to let your soul be,
but the heart isn't ready to let go.
I never disrupted your peace on earth,
and I'm sure, I'm not doing it now.

love is a process, not an object.

Lone daisy
Defies frost-

Thaw folds

Poem of extinction