Aging Left my cane at home, Ego. Dyed my white hair brown, Mistake. Hiked up a mountain, Breathless. Aches and pains abound, Youth gone.
The sea ages all things metal and wood. This “iron” butterfly was once yellow. I scrubbed the redwood door last year and it went from dark to light. In the meantime my hair has gone all white, but then I am not all metal or wood, simply thankful for each day, an emotion I don’tContinue reading “Iron Butterfly”
I just posted how on any day I would trade a sofa for a trail, only the original post had, in error, “trail for a sofa.” This mistake is another reminder of my declining proofreading skills. Oh, how we age!
From the second floor study Ronald had a panoramic view of the leaves turning red and yellow in the final days of October. He eased back in the leather chair and drifted off to sleep. Soon he was running on the path that meandered through the woods. He was no longer old, but that youngContinue reading “Friday Fast Fiction: The Youthful Moment”