Ann Sullivan

 lilac sunday

    how quickly

          it passes

—Ann Sullivan

mum's sewing bag

threading her needle

thirty years later

—Ann Sullivan

Ann Sullivan

October garden a path through dying

—Ann Sullivan

Ann Sullivan

summer rain . . .

after the service

his son laughs his laugh 

—Ann Sullivan

Ann Sullivan

frozen pipes

waiting for

my head to explode

—Ann Sullivan

new morning

waking up

without bird song

—Ann Sullivan

overnight snow . . .

a deluge of paws

in and out of her garden

—Ann Sullivan

emoji . . .

wondering why

she never says it

—Ann Sullivan