I live.

The time is coming when the sordid stench of confusion will rule my brain.

but before darkness there is this glorious moment of light.

before darkness

is the magic time

the light is just right, caressing

revealing what was hidden in the glare of noon

before the winter darkness

autumn’s glow is warm and nourishing

I feed o  all the wonderous sights.

Oh  Brave old world

that has such beauty in it.

PRS 3,O 2016