Fragile

Firelight fadesinto spring blossom, fragile:a chill still. Old friends callsharing last flicker of todayfiling brittle bone. I understand age nowit creeps like tidetick tock seconds: sapping reason to believebringing longingmemory plague. Of you I’m not convinced:you tittle tattletalk of innocence but blood drip dripsfrom rheumy finger. Spring falters but stillin high fields wherelambs nicker there waits a promiseof something.