sitting by evening fire – October 27


sitting by evening fire

winds of autumn starting

to chill the night air



my eyes see

a newer self in the

hall mirror


older, more lines,

weariness askance,

matching the soreness

of muscles that now

hurt every day and

yet ache nicely

in comparison


things could be worse

they say, things could

stop in the blink of an

eye that never opens



and then what. we do

not know except through

hope. and that inner



that connects


dancing, stepping,

breathing out, drawing in,

touching always


the beloved.


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