POEM

 

 

 

Wax and wane

days weeks whoosh by

I am seasons

a door ajar

 

last year’s grass cut

soon overgrown

my young cats

here a decade old

 

birdsong evening blooms

 

incense wafts

Oropel by and by

 

a figurehead quaffed

 

you feel expectant

know not why

 

Velvet flower

 

Rippling sighs

 

Tabby fur

warms my shin

 

A shroud of mist

 

a dream-fed stream

 

Will let the morrow

bring me Spring!