How
shall
we celebrate?
with eggnog. tree.
(doubt there’ll be snow)
family, friends.
cookies. candles.
stack lots of firewood.
(oh no. cutter packed)
Beth – gingerbread men duty.
festival of nine lessons and carols.
advent calendar. packed.
(will anyone notice)
order turkey (vegetarian too)
somehow it falls into place.
I’m so glad you Always
put fruit and nuts in the stockings.
And cats, NO getting up early this year!
We lay there – I, draped along the sofa while she curls herself inside the bend of my legs They, by contrast, stand sentry seated side by side in the large chair near the fireplace poised. ready Over and over we replay this scene – Coco and me, Annie and my husband They inevitably glance…
After reaching the waterfront she settled on the old concrete bulkhead next door I at the end of the dock Maisie rested against my hip as Fox and I regarded each other from a suitable distance A few water birds passed lazily overhead but did not disturb And so we sat ignoring, and wondering about…
This tree stands – lights and ribbons encircling – like a million other trees. (remember the popcorn and cranberry strings? Paper chains and brightly decorated cookies?) look! what a cacophony of ornaments! laughing like stars – they silently chart our course across a lifetime. oh cats, where has the time gone?
& then it was Christmas Day! sleep – silent snow blankets the earth with only an occasional whisper the world is at peace. even the cats sleep on…
Unable to reconcile a relative of the onion growing among grape vines…
She was a nothing cat a stray but she stayed around and they grew up together when he went away he gave her to his little sister it didn’t matter because it was just a scuzzy, nothing kind of cat Margie took care of the cat and whenever she wrote she always assured him that…