Of House Booth
Rosemary, evergreen, always there, a balance of light and dark
Those that see and those that don’t
Seeds to lead Olivia back to the sculpture where she found light and calm
In the red maples
Angie’s Map; Willow’s sighting
Tears of joy and sorrow
We can pick a bouquet to take home for tonight’s dinner table with our families.
A pixie dancing, if you glance quickly
darkness appeared again like a storm cloud’s slow approach on November days
The edges of her smile turned up, instead of the black scowl that usually lined her face.
Chaos of light swirling with and to overcoming dark…
the sun overhead sparkling on the golden sun
the lovely, lacy fronds of the Junegrass– color: twilight
Lacy fronds colored twilight
Was there hope for Olivia?