“ old friends and poets “

“ old friends and poets do “

With cup in hand I face

another Autumn morning

I felt the warmth of the

morning Sun like

a kiss upon my cheek.

Though my ears now feel

the rising breeze and

the end of this season

and the coming to another.

Perchance I’m feeling

a bit of melancholy

as the morning chill

and the hot coffee

always seem to do.

As thoughts of old friends

like fine wines and

aged bourbon

all of which improves with age.

But I remember the laughter

more than the tears and I still

thank Barb’s for her song.

Perchance it is that we

savor those moments

we once shared the ones

that bonded us together

as friends the ones that

made us smile

made us laugh

and even cry.

It seems like a lifetime ago

I fought along with

Lu and Jessabelle