Morning
by Linda Rubin
Time-always marked
This morning
Christmas
Reflections-like a mirror
Stomachs still full
Digesting the memories
Hearts full as stomachs
Emotions, contact, meaning
Ties, bonds, commonality
Across space
Intersecting
Heartening
Full
Another year
Memories
Next
Time
By Linda Rubin
time stands
in front of me
behind it sits
my move
always
it seemed
starting new
not before
all ahead
fresh
rebirth
forward
ready