Success Is Not Always a Formula for Happiness

Anne’s Art Quilt on Virginia Woolf
Winter Rain (to Virginia Woolf) from Lynda McKinney Lambert's book: Star Signs: New and Selected Poems
Recent memories
Solitary warnings
and time together.
Copies?
There are no copies.
Hair dyed the reddest red.
I should make a note
And send it to myself.
Success and failure
are a soup not right
in someone else's house.
I'll write about what I know
Tuck it in a book
by Elizabeth Barret Browning.
There's no plot
There is no conversation
as she walked into the ocean
to express a story--
avery big house
slowly falling apart
bare trees celebrate
the winter rain.
We are going for a walk
when the first snow falls.
It is impossible to tell about a conflict--
trees, winter's breeze, and survival.