angst: a love poem

with anxious eyes

i explore

my personal book

of lamentations

as i regret

life-choices

that feel like

shadows quivering

as sheet metal

in the autumn

of my body,

so that sadness

sways like

loose branches

and, now in my sixties,

i fear dying trees

until i recall

the day i met you –

when life

began, and when

the sun began

to shine brighter.

our life

is an affirmation

of sky and peace –

a windy blanket,

rustling in trees.

our relationship

is as graceful

as purple twilight.

your words

are silver

bubbles in

moonlight.

10/19/2016