October mornings —

heading back inside to get

another layer

each night that I sit

at the edge of his bed I’m

grateful to be there

second bedroom —

getting used to the same sun

through a new window

home after a trip —

the red maple greets me,

seeming taller

lingering warmth —
each fall, memories of my
first mother-in-law

another warm day —

the squirrels ask each other

"Was last year like this?"

What are the crickets

looking forward to so much

that they can’t sleep?

a boy and his dad

making good time and grinning

no training wheels in sight

every day this week

like putting on jewelry —

slow-rising lake mist