Poem Category: living elderly--

living elderly–
‘a spring thaw’
I whisper to the dog

living elderly–
how silently
dawn colours

living eldely–
licking at the autumn leaves
a tongue of the flames

living elderly–
a wrinkled ocean
washed in the sun

living elderly–
I think about the autumns
as carpets of gold

living elderly–
I consider butterflies
created by love