Poems written while Dick was in hospital

Missing Autumn
      by Marilyn Jaeger, 

Morning skies of paintbrush coral reef
Norwegian red, gold and ombre leaves
Brisk air, bird song heights.

He lies hospital abed, barely seeing, not eating.
What if?
What if?

And I hear the response, the serif,
The Seraphim, who proclaim:
God is in this world.
This world of seeing and swallowing and striding,
He's got it covered!
                                             October 14, 2015


Wing Language
     by Marilyn Jaeger

A serif is a wing, in fonts
Of characters in a text.
They carry the eye more easily
From one word to the next.

I first feared this was beating
A dead horse; let it rest.
Then recalled a book of my father's
A Winged Horse Anthology - the best

In poetry to nineteen thirty
With Pegasus, winged horse, as theme.
Poetry, words,flying accomplishment
Wings, (serifs), leading on it does seem.

Trodding leafed Mendota paths
I listened to fragments passing by
Elemental, words reach an ear, like
Angel wings whisp from the sky.

Our words have wings, written or spoke.
How they may lift, or sometimes, suppress.
Take delight in the presence of seraphim:
Words fly to us, God's angels', "Yes!"
                                       October 18, 2015