Years slowly settle on us, like the dust
In layers first invisible, then white
Borne by the unsuspecting air, it must
Upon

Aging doesn't bring just wrinkles and gray hair

But wisdom and experience - a powerful pair

When I look in the mirror as

What is lost, what is gained
As our years now near the end?
Plan for tomorrow, not beyond
No future 'round the bend
 
Dreams

The room is still
The light shines through the blinds
We wake, the sun glows, the birds sing
The cat stirs
it winds its tail

You ask, "How are you?" Before I answer, let me say:
I have always had a vegetable garden - for over fifty years
I have watched