By Di Katz
Have not existed for years to date.
Light so cold
Seems so bold,
At times it wants to do nothing but fold.
Dress in black,
They don’t care – they want to get back!
Pick up pace,
Not a race,
Yearning arrival at a clement place.
Blue and fair,
I never thought that for this I would care.
Against a wall,
Curl as a ball,
Eyes are shut – not the hour to fall!
It’s getting warm, so I’m here to stay.