Saturday, August 15, 2009

End of Life Care






















When I am an old woman
I will wait for a morning in winter
a morning in winter
when the sun is shining
a morning in winter
when the temperature
falls below zero
and the wind sings
through winter sere branches
When I am an old woman
I will sit among skeletal trees
in sub zero weather
I'll sit until I fall asleep
dreaming perhaps of
a toasty fire
or a turkey feast
skin on cooked to the crackle
biscuits inhumed in butter
pumpkin pie with a ginger snap crust
and sugared pecans shrouded in cream.


(Image: Winter Trees; Guido Frizzoni)