My birthday torch blazing
on opaque white icing,
Angel food cake and crushed
strawberries. Cut to the chase.
I have a bleak vision that the timing
is wrong. It's a nebulous cloud
hovering over a slab of concrete.
Next year I'll be sixty, your breath
whispers in my ear.
Too soon. Too soon.
Your touch is near.
I've been writing. Lots and lots. And I have started celebrating my birthday already. Yesterday I met with a friend for a couple hours of play. I worked on my mosaic cards. Here's a picture of one.
What does it look like to you?
It's my vision of paradise. I love the colours.