poem – Crooker 3.16.2023

REQUIEM for Judy by Barbara Crooker It is early March, each day a little bit greener, crocus and snowdrops already in bloom, daffodils sending up the tips of their spears. When summer comes, we will take you to the river, trickle your ashes through our fingers. You will return to us in rain and snow, … Continue reading poem – Crooker 3.16.2023