It has been four years
since we nearly lost Izzy,
our grandbaby girl.
It has been two years
since my mother passed on to
the heavenly realm.
Now my son-in-law’s
mother is hospitalized,
fighting for her life.
The second week of
the second month of each year
feels like a movie –
a film I am in,
but choose to view from a safe
distance. Unseated.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Scarlet graces black
bough and ground below. Silent
snow spills scant and slow.
Once butter-winged finch
faded, flutters. Winter cinched.
Wonder underway.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
Photo by Keith R. Good
Winter streams give life,
Yet how icy are the veins
Through which blood runs cold.
Photo by Keith R. Good
Brief thaw, pre-spring
Sparrows share what little’s there
Charity takes wing
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
Icy winds gather
Treasures by dumpster
Most will miss
pictured words 