Sunday, April 15, 2018

The Old Man

Embers by the fire
darkened snowflakes seeking rest.
A flight on gustless wings
looking to end a futile quest.

Oh.. but the scent of hearth
simmering gently in its shade
where it dances, barely noticed
as the dimming firelights fade.

It warms a hungry mouth,
a memory dancing on his tongue
tasting sharply of a time
when he'd despised being so young

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