Deborah P Kolodji, US

 

 

Cinquain   Remington   Stuck keys break the rhythm pounded on heavy keys— The smell of the ribbon—I type his name.     Tanka   autumn loneliness as the colors burn trees around me my cabin plain, the world so orange     elfin teacups scattered by the trail we skirt a meadow suddenly emptied of birds     the wind waves a spell with sagebrush yellow wands beckon us further     old keys for places I've been— sometimes I time travel in my heart     Haiku Sequence   Seasons of a Graveyard   wildflower bouquet the soft turned earth of a fresh grave   bees browse the funeral potted plants her absent smile   marigolds we trace her name, hear her echoes   too cold to dig too cold for ghosts only snow—tombstones