small steps
one day at a time
sparrows in the yard


small steps
one day at a time
sparrows in the yard


I look at my shelves, and what has been there for a time; and I have not read this book or that journal. Then I wonder why – what was happening then? And I remember, and maybe had read a poem or two, or a page or two, and was helped and blessed.
late Fall
and Winter soon
plans for silence
and time to read
poetry
Reprinted December 1, 2021


older vision
grateful for my chair
by a sunny window
