by Carol C. Reiman
Sky still blue,
Eyes still brown--
Colors
Fading.
Leaf veins branch,
Hand veins thin--
Skin
Cascading.
What time we have;
Have we time--
To laugh in sync,
While eyes dim.
Leaves dry,
Sweep away;
Book of Life
Unfurls pages.
Where the path?
Circling, thin,
Narrowing
As the fog sets in.
The blue,
The eyes,
Change color,
Go.
The sun
Goes on
Beyond
Our line
Of sight.
To other
Realms
In other
Forms.
Our day,
Our year,
Teaching,
Thought
All
Turn...
Carol C. Reiman is out of library work into retirement in the Boston area, engaged by cats, dogs, and human animals, heavily involved in mother care, searching for balance.
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