A prickly waking
Curled unseen tight-packed glory whispers. Stretches. Bursts prickled grave clothes. She wakes thus to Love. Slowly. Spines tight-clung to her edges. 'Take off the grave clothes and let her go."…
“Perfect” that doesn’t weigh heavy
He makes the most startling statement, that these years of failing health and declining memory are the best of their married lives. There is no pretending now, no parading.…
Of dandelions and holiness and a great reason to celebrate
I don’t have a lawn now, but I remember the crazy length of those dandelion roots needing radical removal to set the lawn free. Those were no wimpy weeds, and…