Poem Category: Living Elderly

living elderly–

licking at the autumn leaves

a tongue of the flames

living elderly–

a wrinkled ocean

washed in the sun

living elderly–

I think about the autumns

as carpets of gold

living elderly–

I consider butterflies

created by love

living elderly—

a grey day

solar lights around the garden

living elderly—

close to the fish pond

the loudly croaking frogs