Not to be outdone / the other side of the yard / is now in full bloom.
One day’s not enough / to celebrate all they’ve done / but it’s a good start.
When he had the blues / he found solace in painting / now his palette’s changed.
Three dusty brushes / left by the happy artist / without need to paint.
Between evergreens / the forgotten apple tree / quietly blossomed.
A choice at the end / whether to let go of life / or linger longer.
So thankful / I can choose what I’m / thankful for.
Late autumn reveals / the summer kite whose journey / ended in a tree.
The infinite tones / of a cloudless sky at dusk / dissolve into dark.
Flip levers / fill ovals, make choice / feel power.
