A Dark Cloud (+2)

The Shadow hovers…

as I wake

from my sleep

Respreading its

shroud

from a future once bleak

Its darkness portends

what fear

seeks to end

All memory entombed,

as wishes

pretend

(Ashwood Manor: October, 2020)

Those Fifteen Minutes

The essence of fashion

is ephemera

Emotion and change

dancing cheek to cheek

The top of the mountain,

a revolving door

Those fifteen minutes…

some to lose—some to gain

(The New Room: October, 2020)

Petals Falling

I took health for granted,

my youth like a rose

To bloom in the present,

till thorns would depose

Attacking my body,

invading my mind

The sleep I’d grown used to,

much harder to find

Not a cold or a fever

for so many a year

No matter the weather,

with nothing to fear

But time is recalling

its card worn and thin

Infirmity threatens

—death budding within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)