Home Office Poem by Don Tiedemann

Twenty years of quiet in an upstairs room.
A river birch and robins in the window.
Work was a pastime, a crossword puzzle.
The seasons kept me company.
Those were mornings and afternoons
for which I would now rob graves.
Time was in love with me and I
was Romeo beneath a shade tree.
It was always Spring, even when I raked
leaves or cleared snow. Our cat, Ripken,
would adorn the big red chair and when
I petted him I purred as wel