By Vipanjeet Kaur
Cajun Mutt Press, featured on November 21, 2022
In the Autumn of my life,
When the wind of reminiscence blows,
The storm of wistful longing rages.
Swirling mists surround me.
Frozen moments of the past melt,
Old memories blow and reel,
Falling eventually on the ground of my heart
from the boughs of my mind:
pale, blur and forsaken;
discoloured and decayed;
dry and broken, they are
raked into a medley of fallen stars.
I pick them up.
and finally crumble
with my delicate touch,
leaving specks of dust on the fingers of time.
Copyright ©️ 2022 Vipanjeet Kaur- VJ Poetic Musings
Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/21/22
The poem was featured on the website of Cajun Mutt Press on November 21, 2022