Love Begins At Fifty

It happens we meet late in life

The suspicion is an onside Sun leaned in 
a few paces closer this day, 
ensuring our faces glisten
in a good light- how could we say?

We are without claws to catch the promise

Certainly we may 
refer to a spectacular blue sky,
as all clouds are urgently called away,
should passing juggernauts threaten
the suggestion of a grey day.

Basking in our confidence, and convinced

Indulgent to stones in our shoes, 
bombshells of the past put from our minds
easy as birds over the rooftops,
led where a growing whisper winds

It begins "once upon a time..."

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Comments

Jemima Jones

Tue 9th May 2017 14:24

love this Adam especially "certainly as all clouds have urgent business elsewhere" wonderful poem! Thank you.Jemima.

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