This (suddenly) spring storm
May tree petals falling
flurrying across the road

Content and chaos

Reaching into the pocket of a spring jacket
A jacket not worn since last year
What’s here?
A small slip of paper with your hospital room number – the first of five rooms you lived and died in

Scorched fingertips drop the slip back in the pocket
Flames briefly light that scene as I look back
And flicker as tears quench the fires of remembrance

Sugar drifts on watermelon mountains
Sifts onto pinon-studded hills
A brief taste of winter
And welcome water for this precious northern desert

Pearlescent clouds scudding south
Seeded with rain that falls as small grains onto the steaming pavement

Turquoise treasure to remind me of these wondrous skies and this time in my hearts’s homeland