#10

This last day

of a winter

that barely

was,

snow art

leaves its

glory

everywhere

it can,

making

itself

known

before

it surrenders

into spring.

We humans,

before
we die,
often

concern

ourselves

with leaving

our mark,
gathering
up
evidence
that
we
existed.

We want

to be

remembered,

re

membered,

as though

what we are,

the love we are,

can

be

dis

membered.

No worries.

It is

always

here,
always

whole.

Carol Barrow
March, 2018

#9

one

reason

(of

many)

why

we 

have

dogs

in

our

family:

after

a

week

in

the

hospital

the

happiness

of

reunion

is

a

swarm

of

fur

and

skin,

arms

and

legs,

joy-ing

its

way

to

exhausted

ahhhhh...

Carol Barrow

March, 2018

P.S. I wasn't the person who was hospitalized. It was my dear hubby, who is doing well now.

#8

fever
losing consciousness
oh, my shoulder hurts
blood work
infection
antibiotics
oh, my shoulder hurts
scans
look here
look there
oh, my shoulder hurts
not here
not there
more scans
not there
either
oh, my shoulder hurts
hmmmm
look at shoulder
oh! there!
who would have thought
it was the shoulder?

this
makes
me
think...

maybe,
but
i'm
not
sure
of
this
yet,
the
meaning
of
life
is
right
in
front
of
us
to
notice
if
we
just
listen



Carol Barrow
March, 2018

#7

we
stay busy
moving
through air
like migrating
geese

despite
all our
intentions
we don't
know
where we
are going

but
oh
!
the view
!

#6

the sky

the sky

infinitely blue

i fall

i fall

i fall into you

Carol Barrow
February, 2018

#5

This taste of soup,

the sun’s warmth poured

through a window,

your face before me,

last night’s sleep,

a drink of water from 

summer’s snowmelt,

gravity holding us in its arms,

memories - both sweet and painful -

air given freely

to every living thing.

I could go on and on.

Life’s generosity is a friendship

we are never without.

Carol Barrow

February, 2018