“Mid-Way Point” by L. K. Thayer

ripe

with angels
watching over me
my eyes swell with
longing to see
more than I can
know or explain
why

the days in and
out of weeks
in this

weeping willow year
gone by

we are weathered
like leather worn
by a rodeo clown
thrown off and
tumbled
like a weed

the anvil is heavy
yammering in
my head

the melancholy
moisture
dew
on a fawns tail
glistens

and I

in the mid of life
seem just

beginning
to unfold

watch me now

as I take hold

L. K. Thayer

© 2011

“In The Mid Of Life” by L. K. Thayer

ripe

with angels
watching over me
my eyes swell with
longing to see
more than I can
know or explain
why
the days in and
out of weeks
in this

weeping willow

year
gone by

we are weathered
like leather worn
by a rodeo clown
thrown off and
tumbled
like a weed

the anvil is heavy
yammering in
my head

the melancholy
moisture
dew
on a fawns tail
glistens

and I

in the mid of life
seem just

beginning
to unfold

watch me

now

as I

take hold

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

All Rights Reserved

© 2009

“In The Mid Of Life” by L. K. Thayer

Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher

ripe

with angels
watching over me
my eyes swell with
longing to see
more than I can
know or explain
why
the days in and
out of weeks
in this

weeping willow

year
gone by

we are weathered
like leather worn
by a rodeo clown
thrown off and
tumbled
like a weed

the anvil is heavy
yammering in
my head

the melancholy
moisture
dew
on a fawns tail
glistens

and I

in the mid of life
seem just

beginning
to unfold

watch me

now

as I

take hold

L. K. Thayer

All Rights Reserved

© 2009