one from 2015, in honor of a neighbor who died that year
After the rain
the wind hurried great soft
cloud banks away
leaving white etchings on the
innocent blue afternoon sky.
A green leaf circled up
and up and
up–like you? you always loved the wind–
“het leeft”, you said, “het is zo wild”.
Serene, wild, happy,
Maria and the wind!
There is music everywhere,
if you listen.
Julia Viola 