Poem #1699

From the Attic

Old black and white photos in a box,
Forgotten lives and lost memories cast aside,
A graveyard of dusty unwound clocks,
Old black and white photos in a box,
Stories untold behind rusted locks,
The past and present collide,
Old black and white photos in a box,
Forgotten lives and lost memories cast aside,

Poem #1698

It Comes Rolling

Grill smoke,
That charcoal smell,
Powerful but pleasing,
The scent and taste of summertime,
White wisps.

Poem #1697

Desk Mate

A stuffed little wolf,
Sits perched on my desk watching,
Furry guardian.