Grey hair; grey beard; ageing not too well;
eyes dimming; knees creaking;
recently bereaved after almost half-a-century together;
finding solace in poetry, my own poor efforts and the good stuff written by others.
never published except a few posted on-line on the wrong website for me.
Every autumn you took a photograph
of the last leaf remaining
on the Japanese cherry outside our window.
...
The weather forecast promised sun
but it rained on Birdsong instead;
so I stayed here and felt guilty.
...
you are chalk & I am cheese;
somehow you became my smorgasbord
while I write poetry on your blackboard
...
What does she see in him?
He reminds her of old books; that's what attracted her,
not his looks but
fragrance of his parchment skin,
...