Despots cannot trust

The love of those most loyal

Fear has doubtful faith

In the pyramid

Entombed for the afterlife

A pharaoh exhumed

When she barely speaks

“I cannot remember joy”

Will anyone hear?

Through carious leaves

(The remains of last summer)

The first crocus sprouts

A quail will suffice

To make a day rewarding

Or a whiff of Spring

I have found a glen

Lush and right with honeydew

A good place to rest

Yesterday’s dinner

Like a savored memory

Gets better with time

The charm of aging

The horizon moves with you

Tempting you onward

Who made this burrow

This cool sequestered castle

Where the scurry’s kept

When our grandchildren

Create a warm web of love

We’re gladly entrapped