Life Goes On
life goes on
cool as an angels kiss
requires a crackling fire
moderator of my world
held in a cast iron stove.
first admission that seasons
are fickle, change inevitable,
rolling on through time
never quite the same.
gazing out through sheltering glass
my mind touches all that is familiar
trees, garden of drowsy flowers
up the path to the red door.
wherein I wait for…
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2019
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