Late

It is late, this I know
because I feel the chill of it
in my bones.
I hear the wind and leaves
tearing away,
stem to stern.  
It’s dying time,
It’s the fall,
It’s the ruin
Of us all.
The sun fails and
night prevails
winds wail and
then
It’s over.
And
Another day
Comes.

Forgiving

Children are
So forgiving.
Maybe it is because we forget -
we parcel away
all of those awful things
the adults did to us.
Maybe that’s why.
We forgive and forget.

Watch Your Step
so you don’t trip and fall
or worse.
Watch your step, my good friend.
Step
Lightly.
Carefully.
Carefully, now.
I’m
watching
You.

The touch of your hand
Upon the small of my back
Is all that I need.

I pick up the pen
and I write
because I need
to bleed my emotions
on paper and sometimes I
write
just for the hell of it and sometimes
I write because I just need
to talk to someone anyone
I just need to talk.

There are so many
Indignities that I have
endured in my time.

I’ve Had to Say

Goodbye.
A few times lately. Covid and the ravages of time.
Age and days
that have worn and weathered
our weary population.
Lots of goodbyes
Lately.
So many
goodbyes.