Holiday quiet
Gives me space to think of those
Who died for freedom
How lucky we are
that California poppies
Seem to like it here
The sweaters and socks
Come back out of the drawer on
A day like today.
The baby sparrows
hopscotch across the garden
Leaning how to fly
Heady fragrance comes
From the lilac on the lane.
I can hardly breathe.
I’ve been impatient
For the yarrow to show its
brilliant yellow self.
It’s poppies again
For my dear friend, lost today.
I love you Linna.
It’s impossible
to overstate the beauty
Of blooming kousas.
