Saturday, January 5, 2008


(for P.M.)

I wanted to leave
you something
a Blue Jay’s feather
drifting down
from nowhere

Maybe the tulips
I planted
near that tree
will poke through
a late spring snow

A tide-worn
shard of sea glass
with an initial
mine or yours
washing up
in a wave
at your feet

I might come to you
while you sleep
and tell you things
I meant to say
long before
I went away

Lindsay Riggs Brown

1 comment:

Widow Capet said...

Aww! This one is sweet... Nee nee, you should be famous. I love the picture too!