snow flurries in the old man's eyes

 
black on the inside pumpkin's shriveled smile

 
horizon moon I'm more and less than yesterday

squirrels
chase each other
up a tree...
remembering our first
years together

my poems
seen through her eyes
plum blossoms
this spring of my life
appearing in autumn

awkward
what we didn't know
together
we learned that night
her first flowers