His Fall
This Fall fell hard, winds ripped through
the dying.
He looks out of his window,
imagines grandchildren playing in the garden,
feels the itch to do something,
to help and work among the scattered leaves
but everything has a risk this season.
He wonders if being age-vulnerable,
has left him hanging
in those helpless spaces
that most avoid at all cost?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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