Bag on my doorstep

a warm spicy smell steams out

pandemic angel

Something about plaid

its interwoven stripes form

squares in heather tones

Hurling needles of

ice, wind and rain fight it out

a perfect battle

The miles between us

in times of separation

bind us and keep us

A woman alone

with her thoughts and memories

drinks a cup of tea

Wherever we are

At this moment of reading

we are together

A bird contemplates

the promise of a new day

a morning shower

A fresh smell of earth

Absorbing the gift of rain

An open window

On the window ledge

an arrangement of house plants

scorns its wild cousins

Writing of love songs

a night of story-telling

in good company