Summer burned out fast.

Heat fled the scene of the crime.

Autumn sneaked in, wet.

WTF happened here?

Distress of mid-life: 

Hopeless short-term memory 

Floating on the stream,

My mind unanchored,

Unconscious of competence,

 Past becomes a blur.

 

Like dew in the sun

Memories evaporate.

 Nothing is secure.

 

Habits long-practised?

I forget these things exist

Like they'd never been.

Who am I now then,

Now that I can't remember

What I ever was?

 

 

Can you believe I completely forgot about this blog? It was only firing up a browser on an old computer that reminded me. Menopause has a lot to answer for, the bastard.

Birthdayku

Brithday week has passed
Staring fifty in the face
All downhill from here.

(It wasn't that bad;
Counfounding expectations,
A good one this year.)

But all is not lost;
I am not yet as old as
I'm going to be. 

Hang on to your hats!
Growing old disgracefully
Is the new game plan.  >:-)

Unobtainable

With naught to offer
Still, I want the forbidden.
Crisis of mid life.

September Sunrise

The saddest of sounds:
The robin's song in autumn,
Lamenting summer.

All Change

The sun slow to rise
Robin's aubade heard once more
Heavy dew gleaming

What happened there...?

Know it's a while, but -
Was it really a whole year?
Where did the time go?

It started badly,
But September's treachery
Led to better things.

Didn't jump in time,
Pushed into a new image -
Autumn in Jaeger.

Koto hajime
A return to an old haunt
For a new chapter.

The snow was missing:
Green christmas fills the churchyard.
Nearly took me too!

Slow recovery.
The earth turns; sakura falls;
I get no younger.

But I have A Plan:
A garden to feed us, both
in body and soul.

April's hope cannot
exceed May's promise; sadly,
June cannot compete.

The summer waxes;
A good one at last! ('bout time!)
Long, hot ennui.

Crescendo of work
Takes the fun out of summer
(If 'twas ever there.)

An August heatwave.
The plants repay my kindnesses
A thousandfold.

Here we are again.
Months slip past like beads on wire.
Plus ça change, they say.