Cobwebs: A Solo Shisan

Dawn in the garden,
Sunlight from a cloudless sky
Touches the lilacs

Because it is the weekend
He can linger over tea

There's a kind of pause,
Before the children wake up,
That is nourishing

***

She takes her 10-minute break
In the anonymous park

Where some lemon trees,
Blooming in the summer heat,
Lightly scent the air

It reminds him of his Aunt,
His father's younger sister

***

A ceremony,
Sermons and some well-known hymns,
For the departed

Only the slightest sliver
Of the waning moon remains

In the cool crisp air
The brown leaves are still clinging
To the old oak trees

***

While dusty snowflakes descend
For about thirty minutes

The furnace turns on
A closet door is opened
Someone's on their phone

As satellites trace a path
Through cobwebs in the window


Best wishes,

Jim