Poem Category: living elderly--

living elderly–
prancing into the yard
a white moth brings more green

living elderly–
a winter’s morning,
in empty mist the sole drips

living elderly–
rain on the beach sand
unable to float the whale

living elderly–
blown from the sand dunes
on the sea winds they came from

living elderly–
the hen house on his patch
the red fox steals to

living elderly–
the sinking sun stays
in the photo behind her

living elderly–
now, blown by autumn
clouds in and out of the trees

living elderly–
obeying me– yet
nameless to the dog

living elderly–
the weathervane’s creak
making nights colder

living elderly–
a still bright blue
the smoke of autumn streets away