age spots
the marks of a life
well lived
age spots
the marks of a life
well lived
listening to old songs
love affair of her youth
becomes alive
winter carnival
floating with the merry-go-round
childhood memories
locked doors
retiring for the night
my shitzu and I
this instant
with you by my side
a perfect moment
to be captured
and felt
and experienced
for
soon
it will cease to be
and
will become a memory
cataract woes
she still has dreams
in her cloudy eyes
childhood…
I keep going there
in my dreams
that nip in the air
summer melting into winter
the beautiful cycle of life
summer reverie
drifting away to a place
I have never been
your eyes hold
the warmth of summer
long after it’s gone