Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne
Is it not an enemy's tirades—
from them one could hide
Instead, an arrogant intimacy—
life's equal, companion & friend.
What close companionship
now scattered in the chill
of uncaring autumn winds
from familiar paths once
walked together in gardens
of fond affection and glee.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Is it not a foe who taunts —
that in itself could be borne
Is it not an enemy's tirades—
from them one could hide
Instead, an arrogant intimacy—
life's equal, companion & friend.
What close companionship
now scattered in the chill
of uncaring autumn winds
from familiar paths once
walked together in gardens
of fond affection and glee.
