Old Woman with Springtime Eyes

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Old Woman With Springtime Eyes

I remember you:
busy at simple tasks
your dustpan flashing
through sun-glinting particles
as if gathering stardust.

I followed you:
climbed the orchard hill with you.
Afternoon light wrapped ‘round us
as we filled our baskets
with red and gold of autumn apples.

Remember you:
in your long green gown.
Shadowed in purple twilight
you watered young plants
with a rusted sprinkler.

Always
I remember your springtime eyes
that bid me welcome—
that lighted my way
when I needed to leave.

Published 2011 in Song of the San Joaquin


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