In my winter dream
 
I place three pink carnations
 
in a blue glass vase.

 
 

After the car crash,
 
pools of blood and broken glass—
 
still, a white bird sings.

 
 
 

A crack in the glass
 
lets the lantern’s light leak out—
 
my journey lengthens.

Sips

 
 
 

from a glass beaker
 
taking occasional sips—
 
nursing home patient

Applesauce

 
 
 

spooning applesauce
 
into a shallow glass dish
 
from the mason jar

Melting

 
 

on a pane of glass
 
frost melting with a child’s breath—
 
look! three feet of snow!

Daisies

 
 

in a clear glass jar
 
three daisies picked this morning
 
by my youngest son

Wine

 
 

her dead husband’s name
 
no comfort to the widow—
 
one more glass of wine

War

 
 

war in the bedroom—
 
shards of crystal, bits of glass
 
littering the floor

Raspberries

 
 
 

In a blue glass bowl
 
I find three red raspberries,
 
for which I give thanks.