Old Human Be-ing

Pervasive sadness wakes my nights
& smothers my days.
Nothing wrong except
the news of the world,
and circumstances. 

Against the fecund spring
with its greens and blossoms,
the gravestones announce
the coming winter freeze.

The shortening days
and path.
are hidden in the dark.

Little time left
to claim joy.

and just 
be.

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