screeching gulls —
under the tangy sea scent
odors of decay

moonlit stroll
her demons, my demons
the sea

Christmas dinner —
the handle broken off
a tradition

cool morning —
dumped coffee grounds
steam beside violets

first warm day
looking for eagles
and finding the sky

outgoing tide
a funeral
at the cliff’s edge

winter sickness
my daughter tucks me in
for the first time

yet some new snow
from the treetops
bird by bird

morning twilight
a breeze lifts the palest
of the ivy leaves

church cemetery
a wasp starts its nest
in Mary’s hand