Thinking of Some Interesting Events

Night, eleven years ago,
That I was widowed,
Night, a year later,

I sat up reading
By a hearth, sleepless,
While my sudden fiancée
Slept off a passing illness

Until daylight lit
The lavender, manuka,
Bluestone, and eucalyptus.

The “trashion show” in Moab,
That night of the deep, cold snow,
Before these poems and the birth
Of the child last left to know.