One by One by Five

Like snow falling persistently these days, 

my ten lines kept on coming this morning.

broader

than

anyone

imagines

the impact

of words

both 

thoughtful

and 

thoughtless

***

creating 

rhyme

takes

time

which 

i 

don't 

choose

 to 

lose

***

in 

our quiet

lies

our peace

he 

with

mine

i

with 

his

***

living 

with

an

older

adult

i 

forget

i 

am

one

***

all 

that

glitters

is 

not gold

all

that

rhymes

is 

not poetry