September 2020
Ingrid Bruck
bruck.ingrid@yahoo.com
Bio Note: I’m seeing two of my three grandchildren in person again. How they change, simply from one week to the next when they are so little: Wrenna is four, Aili one. Even though I and my husband Jim continue to isolate because of the virus, life is good. So many butterflies are fluttering outside in my wildflowers, I expect the plants to take off!

for linda stoltzfoos,
kidnapped June 21, 2020

you disappear
the first day of summer
hummingbird

slant light
black clouds rumble
coyote howls

colliding fronts
blow in a storm
moon in mist

searching for you
cumulus clouds roll
on thunderheads

prayer circle 
english and amish voices 
calling you home

your fireworks
cross a giant
buck moon

chimes ring 
prayers for you 
starless nights

grain fields ripen
your golden life
forfeits summer

body search
four thousand acres
no you

gray day
after gray day 
missing you

where are you
beyond the clouds
a comet streaking
©2020 Ingrid Bruck
Editor's Note: If this poem(s) moves you please consider writing to the author (email address above) to tell him or her. You might say what it is about the poem that moves you. Writing to the author is the beginning of community at Verse Virtual. It is very important. -FF