Love is creative
Only seeking to build up
Or its not from love
poetry, prose, and photography

News received
Unpleasantly
Deeply tinged
With sadness
Into a mirror
Gazing, wondering,
Unshaven for this
Weekend
Grey dominates
My beard
Change comes,
Celebrated at times
Or with dread
But it comes
Inevitably
Flame flutters
Victim of the breeze
Candles flicker
Departing from
Pedestals
Into the
Stars