It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
Gulls weave against grey sky
Winter daylight starts to die
Tree lights wink: wind is cold...
This is the first Spring I remember
I don’t feel hope. You died in spring
And surely that one kept an ember...
