Winter’s chilled refrain

both a reminder

and a relief.

 

It’s easy to forget

in a busy life. I zip

my jacket to the cold.

 

Feelings rise like the sun,

which has called up tulips

early this year.

 

Dad bloomed late, was 

called down too soon.

 

This transitory tease

of flowery fulfillment

plays me like a viola.

 

Chords of musical memory

awaken images of

strolling here with Dad.

 

The passages of

time and times

kicks me from

silent slumber.

 

A cool breeze, tinged with snow

fans across effluent fields.

I stand, chilled and alone,

with nothing but my sigh.