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There will come a time
in this life of ours,
when you will wish you
had spent more moments
with those you love.

A flower such as this
should be given with a kiss.
A kiss to one so fair
and would be worn in your hair.

When in the yard, I'll hear a caw,
That tells me about where you are.
I'll reply, "I hear you now"
And then, it's when I see
You on the limb of the Maple tree.
I hear your voice telling me,
That you are hungry, very hungry.
I'll find some Peanuts, not in the shell;
Place them on the ground, where you see well.
Then I wait for your mate and thee.
As you alight, so cautiously,
I say, "Don't be afraid", I say to you
And I leave as I have tasks to do.

There is no right.
There is no wrong.
Your feelings are
what keeps you strong,
so keep your thoughts,
store them away
and bring them forth
ere they fade away.

I'm a lonely flower
Grew by myself.
No leaves to support me

Why this feeling? A sense of dread.
I'm still alive. I'm not dead.
Perhaps it's because I cannot see,
What lies ahead in this Worlds uncertainty.

the Maple leaf's fall
fluttering to the wet ground
nature's fall blanket

A sunny day; it is not warm,
Perhaps it's the lull before the storm.
The Sun now hides, behind the cloud
And covers the daylight with a shroud.
Darkness creeps in, not soft but hard,
Covering plants and flowers in the yard.
There is no Moon, nor flickering Star,
For blackness now covers who you are.

For all the words in my head,
While I lay dozing in my bed.
I feared they would just go away.
They did not, for here they'll stay,
Down on paper with scratching pen,
While awaiting more words
To write again.

The darkness, my old friend,
Is back to see me once again.
That is good, a promise kept,
As it's been awhile since I slept.
Tired I am, there is no doubt,
That depression will cry and shout,
To gain a hold in this life of mine.
Fear not for my thoughts entwine,
With love, for all I know
That keeps this aged soul aglow.

Grape Hyacinth.
Simply on a board.
Courtesy of our
young, granddaughter.
(2018)

A single Moth
Flits to the flickering flame
Poof, it's gone.