AUTUMN IN THE SKY
A narrow white bed
Perched on a shimmering blue hill
He lies there
Fast asleep,
The old man
With his long white beard
And empty eyes.
She is asleep
On a flimsy grey cloud
Close by in the darkening sky
The old woman
With her sparse grey hair and withered face.
A wingless cherub
Floats above their heads
Unsmiling,
His bow and arrows
Lying dormant by his side.
Cupid shakes his curly head
Why bother
My arrows cannot pierce
Hearts of stone.
Annette Wexler
October 13, 2014
