midland autumn rains

Midland autumn rains,
Morning mists growing colder,
Summer passes on.

Piano keys creak,
Old hands struggle with placement,
But still, it sounds good.

Passing strangers smile,
Lives meeting in the stairwell,
Never again seen.

The scarf on the hook,
Made with love by an old ‘friend’,
Still smells of perfume.

The painter’s wet cheeks,
Just enough to thin old paint,
Now, let’s start again.

Advertisement

One thought on “midland autumn rains

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s