Literary Journal – Fall 2016


By Anne K. Kaler

A rose, in dying, quietly
Drops her petals, curled and dried,
As the life-sustaining bond
Gives way beneath the sway
Of time.

So also, death discards
The petals of the mind,
Deletes what it needs not
To leave in purest form
The memory of the rose
Now gone.

Anne K. Kaler, Ph.D. As a life-long reader, Anne (always with an “e”) is now attempting to read every book in the universe, while helping to publishing more. Surprised to learn that she was actually a teacher, she persisted in that field for nearly fifty years until she started volunteering at PSB.