Graceful Exits

In my mind I hold the many children
That were friends and foes.
Like Peter, never-changing
They remain.
The vestigial shadows of last year’s flowers —
If I were to find them today:
Only the smell of damp earth.

Aloft

A bridge on the left
It’s shadow on the river
Red tram on neither

At Sunset

Blue-ivy shadow
Cast by the elm tree at dusk
Silhouettes starve thin

Apart

Your shadow fades with the sun
And the ground which it touched
Now cools with all the earth
Until all that is left
Is a memory

Shadow

Fitting past pieces
The edges have worn away
Memory’s shadow

Journey

My thoughts fill with sun and the memories of years past
And though I walk alone along the cherry lane
I shall not look among the new flowers with unease
If the trees renew themselves every year, so must I
My shadow a faithful companion on the journey