In the Autumn of My Years

I have never sat down intentionally to write a poem. They have come about because of something that has moved me; something I've seen, something that I was thinking seriously about, or thoughts of life and my place in it, that I had no other way of expressing in a normal fashion. These thoughts would smolder within until like a volcano they surfaced, erupted, and the poem began moving to the natural conclusion for the idea that caused its eruption. Some are serious some are light.

These poem...