Poetry

Autumn
this morning dawned in crisp, fresh frost

Everell
Twenty-five years we indulged
love, together raising three

Irrevocable
It could happen on any day
really,
That singular,
almost tangible moment.

Jump
I might have enjoyed the sight
0f the arresting mountainous terrain
0r the sky so cleverly arranged
into cumulous animal shapes

Le Pays d'Aude
September prickles my nose like Perrier.

Summer's End
legs crossed
relaxation
leans back
in plaid chair

Transitions
There is no memory of that which passed
between us.