THOSE WERE THE DAYS

 

LOOKING FOR THE MOON

LOOKING FOR THE MOON

The night June-warm,

she writes late into the evening,

her only companions the moths

pressed against the screen,

seduced by the lamp's sultry glow.

From the darkness they watch, 

hypnotized, unable to break away,

their quest to find love endless.

What to say in a SYMPATHY card

 

“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now and I honestly don’t have the words. But I care about you, I’m praying for you. I’m hurting with you, and I love you."

NOTHING IS FOREVER

NOTHING IS FOREVER

She sets jars of purple lilacs around the room
while Judy Collins croons "Forever Young."
Nothing lasts forever, she thinks, especially youth.
Her life is passing, the days rushing ruthlessly forward
too swiftly to stop. There's no going back.
She feels herself moving toward nothingness.
Later, lonely in the silent night
she reaches for her husband's hand,
listens to his soft muffled breathing,
soothing like a lullaby.
She dreams of babies who are grown
as the darkness lays down beside her.

WINTER DUSK HAIKU

 ASHLAND AVE

Welcoming comfort

neighborhood's cozy streetlights

greets gray winter dusk.

The welcome comfort

of her neighbor's cozy lights

greets the winter dusk.

Kathleen Q Newman  ·   

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stars fade in first light

days soft gray serenity

before songbirds wake

Welcoming comfort

neighborhood's cozy streetlights

greets gray winter dusk.

The Almanac

 

The Almanac

Paging through her yearbook of days,

she comes across the first purple violets of spring,

catches sight of the gaudy lilies of summer,

and there are fall's flaming sugar maples,

finally spies the long-needled pines of winter.

Constellations, sunrises and sunsets, a profusion

of celestial events, intricately tangled in time,

day after day. Past. Present. Future. Time is

the nebulous dimension through which everything passes.

It is her intention to find more time, time for them,

the hopelessly ordinary, unremarkable them,

in this last season of their life together, while the moon

spins around corners in the starry night sky,

the sun sends golden shafts of light; and the wind,

that wild, unpredictable wind, uproots it all.

Loving each other hard.....