Start With a Poem

Zeller Schwarze Katz

A gray curtain opens

letting in drops of rain,

That slide down window panes

bowed and a black umbrella,

A face of gray beard

and spectacled eyes

watches a red roof and stucco walls,

dissembling the disaster

of being eaten alive,

He remembers the house

where a girl of golden curls

once kissed him,

of crisp autumn afternoons

and coffee spoons

and of a green bottle

sitting empty in the grass

pining desirous of a youth,

but past days garner

that nostalgic glow,

he dons his cap to step with

A bitter sweet sigh,

An empty bottle sits on

The bedside table next to a photograph,

A black cat curls about his head

And purrs him into dreams ...

~ A.R. Godfrey ~