A Scented Recollection

I’m not too fond of roses

but I have a memory

of the pale pink kind

growing near our kitchen door

and how, on a summer evening

when I took the dog out for

his last pee of the day

that pale pink scent would creep,

wisp-like, around the gable end,

carried on a soft breeze,

and enfold me; and it seemed

in the stillness of that moment,

that a corner of my heart

would be filled

with a sense of peace

Whom We Meet

Whom We Meet
In this , the dark time

of long nights

and short dark days
we may long for 

the emerging light.

But first, let us mourn awhile
our many losses
And, yes, let us grieve
for those who left 
without a goodbye.
Let us live for a time
in this darkness
so that our hearts can heal,
so that our hearts can enlarge
through our pain. 
For the totality of this darkness 
does end, and what come after 
will depend on our facing 
the ghosts and dragons
we meet within
Or, perhaps we might see them
as our camouflaged angels.
If we wrestle with them like Jacob
did, we may surprise ourselves
and come come away limping
with a different name