Zen garden
crammed with solemn tourists
photographing
the first few scarlet leaves
on a small maple tree
October
leaves crunching under my feet
the bite
of a first red apple…
the day you died
across the world
spring flowers in bloom
Halloween
kids tricking or treating
on a bright warm night
oh , the wind
the wind is what sets us free
on a dark autumn night
spirits fill the air
swirled with van Gogh stars
sunflowers
ablaze in their frame
at the Gallery
and in my memory
of past summers’ hot fields
all the poems
we wrote together
memorized,
we’re here now to sing them
as gingkos flutter gold
