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Sunday, April 3, 2016

Day's end.


As hints of night
smudge my glasses-
signs of aging, old and new
disabilities scurry around
like ants in early fall
finding ways to stretch the day, as though seasonal changes can transform smells of early decay
by dressing themselves in gaudy colors.

5 comments:

Marty Damon said...

Lovely. But then again, with a name like Williams, I'm not surprised.
William Carlos W. would be proud.

Maggie May said...

Oh dear........ what things are you finding hard?
Old age seems to creep up and I find I can't do all the things I want.
Oh well....... we can still do a lot/
Maggie x

JeannetteLS said...

Beautifully poignant.

The Broad said...

Being there!
Doing that!

yaya said...

My sister and I were talking about the aging process and finding our way through things we didn't know would happen. Sometimes I'm just amazed at how fast life flies and how fleeting youth is. I hope you and your hubby are doing well and I'm so glad you share your feelings and writing talents with us. You help me a lot! Take care Rosaria!