mid-autumn summer
thirty-five
(the things I know I did get right)
not ripe, ain't old
and neither young
no saint, no hero,
still unsung
midsummer autumn
feels like a dream...
so much to do
so much unseen
mid-autumn summer
starry-eyed
as wise as serpents
still a child
midsummer fall
amidst the leaves...
the snows shall come
only to leave
mid-autumn summer
feels like a song
so full of colour!
and before long
all systems go
and I – with them,
in shock and awe
to Bethlehem
midsummer autumn
–– like a stage ––
what do you mean by
"Act your age"?
mid-autumn summer
feels like gold...
it cannot stay,
it shan't I hold
midsummer autumn
barren trees
at five-and-thirty
I am free
mid-autumn summer
thirty-five
too old to live
too young to die
15 x 19
7 x 5
wonderful human beings