Sun with extreme cold
High temps coming, then snow—
Getting old now.
Skat@2020
Sun with extreme cold
High temps coming, then snow—
Getting old now.
Skat@2020
Washing up, I’d a
sudden remembrance: water
filling up a tub
for playtime at Nursery–
some fifty-odd years ago.
skat@2019
You can be an age
When you’re no longer a child,
Yet still feel orphaned.
Skat@2019
Sometimes, I purse lips,
squint eyes—to see, the old gal
up ahead of me.
skat@2016