“Old Friend…”


… I lean into the contours

of my yesterdays.

Exchange rings with the fingers of memory.

Make notes-to-self,


the Soul still sails,

as Hope floats…


Autumn springs eternal

and leaves

rustling thoughts in mind…


gone, is not forgotten…


I know,

I shall return to you,


Peace and Love

to find.



©A_F_R_O_W2018-2019. All Rights Reserved.