Autumn dons a mask, regales the changing season, ignores Winter’s threat – and I too, dance, brightly clad, deny the nearness of death. Advertisements
Category: aging
Bent, Worn, Alive
Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive
Even Ghosts Yearn
Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued,
Once a Mermaid
Impulse once drove my plunges – glorious confidence propelling fortuitous dives – unknown waters an adventure to be conquered. Even with onset of anxiety I’d
Losing Touch
Sure-footed she navigates forest floor leaps over obstacles, scales inclines knows each nook and cranny every sound a greeting but seasons pass and time erodes
Life Altered
Morning light but a trickle mind switches into gear, body resisting response, ambition thwarted by illness, the usual game – pray this day will embrace
