Thoughts of a Middle-Aged Man

In early August

Leaves on the ground

Are blown around.

Autumn must

Come in with September.

I remember

Barefoot girls in summertime

And lust

Only half understood.

In woods

Autumn leaves become dust.

My blood

Still runs hot.

And the graveyard plot

Calls us all.

	K Morris Poet on The Lost Hat
	V.M.Sang on The Lost Hat
	K Morris Poet on Dodgy Geezer
	V.M.Sang on Dodgy Geezer
	K Morris Poet on Aphrodite’s Nightie

K Morris – Poet