Old roses

Autumn is coming,

the roses are fading.

Blue sky has mackerel clouds.

Sea breezes are cooler

laden with moisture.

Soon it will be

‘the season of mist’s

and mellow fruitfulness’

that some forgotten poet

(forgotten by me)

once wrote about.

Beauty and the Beast

watch the petals fade and fall….

Will they catch them

before it’s too late?

Discussing memories

Memories blur

Like old photos

Frosted glass

You can’t see clearly

Stains on your mind

From painful memories

The edges curl up

Fade and twist

What you remember

Might not be true

People say things

Imply things

Change the way you think

Without understanding

Without caring

To fit their stories

Making their lives better

At your expense.

Go out and hold

Your memories tight

Save them like

Green shield stamps

To pay the ferryman

Later…