touch of Rye

touch of Rye

she watches over me
sweeps up the debris
from last night’s terrible dream
brings my morning meal
sets out the garments
that will keep my body warm
Rye works to save my soul
with no mention of my light-less eyes

JRS
8/27/2009

collecting

collecting

in the spring I feel more alive
this year things had a later start
still I have enjoyed the beauty of early flowers
and seeing people
who seemed to have faded away
with last fall’s colors
ghostly forms call me
come drink of old memories
and like the past they move by
my joy comes when the machine
collects the light from young new faces
today my camera goes with me
out walking to captured images
for next year’s memories

JRS
8/20/2009