Deliver Us

He entered the world
with the universal cry
for food, for love.
Still a young man
his last breath
was brutally
pressed out of him
nine minutes of torture.
His last cry
was a whisper
heard by the world
mama
mama
mama.

Bridget Harwell

Corona Spring

My daffodils
have made a poor choice.
By ignoring the bird bath
low to their heads
they have invited death.
Inch by stubborn inch
the stems push upward
smashing golden heads.

Bridget Harwell

Appearance

On a cold, gray day
I look for life in my winter garden.
Two sparrows converse
a frantic squirrel digs in flower graves
and a twig, quite resembling myself
taps, taps at the window pane.
I feel one with these threads
woven together in life's tapestry.
I yearn for naught
not pulled by past nor pushed by future.
But colors fade.
Stitches tatter.
And, bit by bit
as the story shifts
I disappear

Bridget Harwell