Starting over…
Thousands of drifting white beginnings
Showing me a new life inside myself
And the blue jay returns again

For my son Dave who left me this poem he wrote one winter
day when he was twenty-five.

The snow falls on earth
A jay sits on my window ledge
dressed in blue.

C’est moi,
Je suis bleue et blanche,
I am blue and white.

Snow falls in my heart
La neige tombe dans
mon coeur,
I dance
doucement, comme une etoile,
softly as a star.

Je me dishabille
de bleu.
I undress myself
of blue.