Out of Place

cosmos angel


Ghost of Summer Past parades

on incongruous stage, rays

reflecting a sunshine lost

in folds, memory’s purse set

aside for special purchase;

it dances, floats, levitates,

takes a bow as warmer days

fall, moaning, into the crypt.

Spring’s Bulletin-Board


Winter’s sticky-notes

To-Do List for the next round

Spring’s bulletin board