Fall Comes

The world now has no more to give
so must Autumn abide
to take her hand into the dark,
the winter to oblige.

Mirror

behind the mirror
within the peeling silver
hide forgotten lives

Reflection

he caught his own reflection
thrown from a passing train
yet wouldn’t recognise it
if he saw it once again
this ghost of who he had become
just didn’t look quite right
his former self the shadow now
forever out of sight.

Reflecting

my mirror’s glow are you
and to those questioned glances
that emerge unexpected
from the outside of my vision
reflection comes
from silvered eternity

Gravatar non gravitas

In monochrome
my thoughts alone
may seem black and white

but, if I may say
my thinking’s grey
and neither left nor right