On Father Turning Eighty in November
written by: Sally Delancy
I
A late October drizzle blankets the earth,
one last attempt to breathe new life
into everything.
How comely the coats on leaves
in old age, the colours of auburn & fire –
yet – like withered cartilage, they surrender
beneath the weight of each stride.
II
A weary mirth creases the lips of twilight
its wintery chill foretells
the first fall of frost will not be late,
this year like no other
I’ve watched the seasons change
with a pining
I’ve never felt before.
Sally Delancy is a poet living in Trinidad and Tobago, West Indies. She holds a B.Sc. in psychology and M.Sc. in counselling from the University of the West Indies. Her poems have appeared in The Australia Times Poetry Magazine, Writers’ Morning Out, Rise Up Review, Rigorous Magazine, The Wild Word, The “Life in Quarantine” Project, Stanford University, USA, The Phare Literary Magazine and Exeter Publishing (From the Soil: A Hometown Anthology – December 2020).
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