I have been sorting through my digital and paper files, this spring, as part of our plan to evaluate, sort, and organize/toss what has been accumulating since my health hit a bad spot and I had to put aside my freelance writing, editing, and photo art activities.
I have started typing the poems from the mid-fifties through the end of the nineties that I want to keep. Basically, so that they will be available for me to read and possibly also for friends and family to choose from as keepsakes. In case I become incapacitated or die before I can go back to make up a chapbook or two of my favorites to give to extended family in remembrance. Many of the poems that I love the most are not those that have been published or reprinted. I want to read and remember and put safely aside the poems that have so much meaning to me. Those that I want to keep close to hand.
So many people…so much love…so many now gone. I want to remember.
Raindrops, Cotoneaster Twig 
Blue Wild Flax, Rain and Leaves 
Blue Wild Flax in Raindrops
Stray Coffee Breaks 