Reflections (poetry)

Reflections

Several times today

in windows and mirrors and memories

I saw my face.

.

The years have taken almost all

of  what was "Me"

and what is left is leaving...

for an eagerly anticipated rendezvous.

Several times today I thought

of a flower gone to seed;

and the time for planting once again

approaching.

 

© David H. Roche 2019