Elegiac.

Feeling nascent

Like the first rain

Garden unattended

Must make plans

Life having its way

Unabridged

Always liked that word

Dishes to be washed

Child to school

Spiders in alcoves

Some memories

Are like that

Scuttling

Into dark places

Where the dirt hides

How does it migrate

No matter

Corn to gather

Harvest of hope

Children dancing

They used to, once

Now so quiet

A church

In miniature

Dinner to cook

Sun dropping

Stone heavy

No solace

Only this dark

And thoughts

Of melodies

Played

By merry-go-rounds


© shaun patrick green 2020