Erin Ashley

Erin Ashley

He said

Right there 

On the horizon

Can you see the ship?

And straining as I might

I could see nothing

through the mist

but white caps

sea gulls 


The eyes

of an old man

do far far better 

at looking inward

than looking outward

to spy the horizon

see the ship now

in daydreams’

other mists


With time

we grow blind

to young realities

The ancient leaves

tumbling from a tree

live in our memory

The sails of boats

coming home

on the tide

“as soon as one leaf’s off the tree
no day following can fall free
of the drift of melancholy”
                      Mary Jo Salter



About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Melancholy

  1. SalvaVenia says:

    Perception change …


  2. Morgan says:

    Beautiful. A Wonderful Poem :) Blessings, Friend~


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