Why is it
That when I
Have dreams about
My long gone
Pets I wake
Up with the
Same heavy dull
Heartbreak of loss
And welling tears
As if I’ve
Rediscovered the death
Of my dearest
Dearest loved ones
Because they are
At my age
Nightmares are often
About the death
Of lost love
Creating an ache
I cannot shake
Frightened to sleep
And remember again
Like walking through
A dense forest
In autumn ablaze
In the colors
Of the season
A sky afire
Mesmerized caught in
The equinoxes wildfire
Paratroopers begin to
Leap around me
Spinning like auburn
Lace handkerchiefs when
Suddenly one lands
Softly on my
Sleeve studying it
I see just
Where the sun
Kissed it and
In turn like
You kissed me
Many autumns ago
When I too
Fell like it
After my divorce
When my heart
Turned to ice
God Himself reached
Inside and warmed
It thawing from
The inside out
Once again beating
Once again inspired
Once again loving
We are opposites
Younger and older
Black and white
Teacher and student
Student and teacher
But like the
Poles north and
South our world
Spins upon us
Have you noticed
That the biting
Rage of winters
Wind slapping you
Coldly in the
Face often stops
You dead in
Your tracks but
The wind behind
Resting its strong
Hand on your
Back pushes you
Forward this I
Think is how
Love shows up
