Poem Category: Living Elderly

living elderly—

a winter‘s morning;

in empty mist the sole drips

living elderly—

rain on the beach sand

unable to float the whale

living elderly—

blown from the sand dunes

on the sea winds they came from

living elderly—

the hen house on his patch

the red fox steals to

living elderly—

the sinking sun stays

in the photo behind her

living elderly—

now, blown by autumn

clouds in and out of the trees

living elderly—

obeying me—yet

nameless to the dog

living elderly—

the weathervane‘s creak

making nights colder

living elderly—

a still bright blue

the smoke of autumn streets away

living elderly—

my peach tree fruits…

the neighbour‘s house after their fire