Twilight

    
                                             ... twilight lingers in the treetops

                                                            memories float

Half Moon

 ... what I've forgotten / what I remember

                              ... half moon in a still blue sky

Image: Polina Washington

Familiar Back Roads

an old song on the radio

takes me down familiar back roads

to where you once lived

but your house has been torn down 

the mailbox is gone / the driveway, overgrown

only the gate remains

across the road 

on the far side of the pond

two swans drift

A Blue Bandanna

 

                                          ... wandering in and out of each other's lives

                       ... the years turn into decades

                                                                  ... until one of us is gone, the other left remembering 

                                         ... you lean back on your elbow, blue bandanna wrapped around your head

                       ... I sit cross legged in a long cotton dress 

                                                                 ... on the stereo, the sound of silence 

Photographer unknown

Wildflowers

   
                              ... up and down old river road wildflowers waving in the summer wind

Photograph: Marianne Majerus

Nothing But Light

                                                    

                      ... from the meadow to the fence line / I follow the faint trace of our old path                

     

                      ... in place of your absence / nothing but light

Photograph by Alvar Astulez

Things We Choose to Keep

                                       ... things we choose to keep

                                                                                ... the pillow case that bears his scent

                            ... the empty glass still on the nightstand

                                                            ... a brush that holds some wisps of hair / the myth of hope

Image by Polina Washington

Listening to the Rain

   
                                                          ... it's been a year today

                        ... I step into the greenhouse

                                                  ... stand quietly / listen to the rain

Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/63924231967/its-been-a-year-today-i-step-into-the

Photographer unknown

Sleeping In the City

 
                                                        sometimes, I think I'd like to sleep in the city

                                                        our bedroom high above a busy street 

                                                        a steady stream of car lights

                                                        a little grocery on the corner

                                                        another world inside this one, where you and  I

                                                        spend some quiet time, remembering

Photograph: https://twitter.com/cxlvg

Degas and His Dancers

                                                   in a tin once filled with chocolates

                                                   degas and his dancers on the lid

                                                   scissors / sewing needles / spools of thread

                                                   a small orange box that held a pair of earrings

                                                   moonstones set in silver

                                                   and a book of matches

                                                   where I wrote down this memory

      

                      

Painting by Edgar Degas

I'm Still There

 

                                                              twenty miles from where I live now

                                                              my childhood home

                                                              I'm still there / my four year old self

                                                              on the porch steps sitting in sunlight

                                                              dressing my reluctant cat in doll clothes

Photograph by Evan Leavitt

December Moon

                       ... december moon / sleepy owl in the wild plum trees




Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here:  https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/70600705933 

Winter Coming On

                                            

                                                 maybe it's this stage of life

                                                 or maybe it's just winter coming on

  

                                                                                ... the comforting sound of the river

               

 

Photographer unknown

Heading Home

                                        ... crescent moon

                        on a winter road 
       
                                                          ... heading home



Written with Cletis L Stump  

In Memory of Cletis  (November 5, 1948 - August 1, 2020)

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/73636850802/crescent-moon-on-a-winter

Edge of the Meadow

                       ... taking the chenille cover from the bed / she moves to the edge of the meadow

         ... bare skin in autumn sunlight / blue eyes locked on blue sky

                                                                                                ... horses by the fence line



Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/64780250928

Photograph by Cynthia Fleury

First Snowfall

 

                                     ... resting on the roof of the birdhouse / the first snowfall

                                                 ... on the perch outside the entrance a small mound balances in the wind

                           ... inside, the emptiness grows

Photographer unknown

Denial

                                                   ... birds come and go / dishwater grows cold

                               ... denial has worn itself out

Painting: John Farnsworth

One Trumpeter Swan

                                ... calling only once, a lone trumpeter swan flies over my house, my garden

                        ... this small patch of black eyed susans where I stand looking up at the sky

Image by Loui Jover

September

                                                                                           ... september

                            ... she waits with lantern on the porch / moonlight falling on leaves

                                                                     ... beyond the yard / forest shadows

Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/62874671937

Photographer unknown

Restless

                         ... restless stars ... it would have always been too soon





Photographer unknown

A Quiet Understanding

                                        ... sitting across from each other / knees almost touching

                       ... between us / a quiet understanding

                      


Photographer unknown

I Sweep the Steps

                                                                   ... late summer

                        ... I sweep the steps of dying leaves

                                                                           ... unaware / unconcerned ... the moon saunters past



Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/75494790120

Photographer unknown

Leaf by Leaf

                                                       leaf

                                                             by        

                                                       leaf

                                                      my

                                                      life

                                                        goes

                                                     by

Photograph: Andres Canal

A Thousand Crows

                        ... madness / a thousand crows caw in the field




Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/59880621829/madness-a-thousand-crows-caw-in-the

Art: Vincent van Gogh

Early Morning

                                                  early morning

                                                  barefoot in wet grass 

                                                  I wait for the lilies to open




Photograph: Anne Silver

Leaf Shadows

                                                              
                                                               leaf shadows on the kitchen floor

                                                               the freedom in choosing not to wonder
 



Photograph: Howard Dale

Minnesota

                                                   ... minnesota / late afternoon

                        ... walking back from the clothes line

                                                               ... arms full of bed sheets / eyes full of autumn



Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/64420058427/minnesota-late

Lilacs

                                   ... morning light / spent lilacs by the kitchen sink ....... this brief life




Photograph: Anna Marcell

A Bowl of Amber

        
                                            ... wheelbarrow filled with last night's rain

                       ... straw bales in broken sunlight

                                                ... wallace stegner in a bowl of amber ... me listening for the river



Written with Cletis L Stump

Originally posted here: https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/63650463946/wheelbarrow

Photographer unknown

A Small Bird

                                      ... near the river / just down from the abandoned foot bridge

                   ... black eyed susans grow wild

                                                        ... farther down / a small bird ... safe on rusting barbed wire


                                                                         
Written with Cletis L Stump

My friend, Cletis Stump, who introduced me to micro-poetry and whose poems I've featured here in the past, passed on a few days ago. He had been struggling with health issues for some time. I've not posted some of our collaborations, so to honor his memory and our friendship I'd like to post a few of them over the next several days. This is the first of them. Originally posted here:   https://latenightfootfalls.tumblr.com/post/63727836587/near-the-river

Photographer unknown