The Withering ~

her beauty spent

her gown

now soiled and worn

while once she stood in glory

strangers now became

 her support

: : :

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
    Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes.
John Keats

The Fall ~

once

I was young

but now

I am old

eternity calls

 

come unto me

'Til Next Year ~

as I gaze
at this pitcher
memories

waltz

through my head
consequently

to the cupboard
it just hasn't
sped

and

no,

Mother Hubbard

my name

it is not

the cupboards overflow

and old

oops!

that part I forgot