Winter Light

I woke up with Richard again

all month, the light

Angling into the winter window

Less than three years

non sensical 

Reality

Life settles

then the remembering

Cells start blasting

the Sound of what 

is not there

but was

What matters

rainbows on the picture frame

candle sticks on the kitchen table

Stars reflecting 

on a Bodega shoreline

Dawn

Winter light travels

in his footsteps

past his lens

going forward backwards

difficult to be still

there but a blur

Going back

to art,

drawing,

painting,

hurts.

I didn't expect it. 

yet again. 

I see even when I am not picking up a pencil, pen, brush, camera.