It's been a long, long time since I've had any energy to formulate cohesive thought. Henceforth, a little effort. It's safe to say, my inspiration is obvious. Once there was one beautiful person that was my life, rock, soul - now there are two. Mother and son: the reasons I get up in the morning.
Gloaming
And let the evening grow old around us.
Becalming gloaming.
Final vestiges of light flitter past,
the shutters bathed in vermilion glow.
You sigh in your minute chair,
and your father's heart melts.
PO
