The Key
Rummaging through a drawer
I come across a key
that I do not recognize.
Perhaps a house key,
maybe not this house,
but another now forgotten.
I should throw it out
the locks are probably changed
but I won't, at least not yet.
I may need this key
to unlock a memory
of some other place and time.
Looking Within
Today I came across
an old book of poetry
that I had purchased
but then forgot.
Opening the book
two white petals fall out –
rose petals lightly tinged
and pressed flat.
So, who could have left
this simple keepsake?
For what reason?
And why this book?
My mind wanders
filled with curious thoughts
stirred by rose petals
found in a book.
The Passing Day
The cat
is laying in the sun
by the window.
Beyond the window
dead leaves are blown about
by a wintry wind.
Pots that had held
blooms of summer flowers,
are empty now.
The Dogwood, Crepe Myrtle,
and Rose of Sharon
are bare limbed.
I stand at the window
gazing at a world sleeping,
waiting for the season to turn.
The cat
is laying in the sun
by the window.
