all alone

A full smile under that helmet

Warm and spring all atound

Off on his bike, to the park

cycles

The sun comes down

My wife is in bed

Sping is not here 

What more to say

She

She is light she is love she dreams of horses and of goats she is strong and she is kind she is my friend and my wife she laughs and she plays she is my baby boy's mom. 

I love you Bebé.

 

Any annual pandemic

Fast came the Holidays

Flashed by through the Winter

Fear corraled our souls

any given afternoon

The ice is soft

The air springs in your face

The crow, indifferent 

Paid off

All those dystopian movies

I trained for this

A mask hangs by the door

uncertain

I wash a tomato,  an orange,

Deep in cold bleached spring water

Life has definitely changed 

adios al Poeta Aute

Se fue alevosamente hoy

Duele cuando una buena persona se va

Nos dejó el alma vacía 

Yet Again

It’s all here again

The pain in the upper back

Fooled by a virus

Late Storm

End of April yet snow
Storm came through with a heavy heart
Spring was hard in the days of old