Health Concerns

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #593

Words:  crow, thistle, sheet, loss, stalks, depths, throw,
        wispy, crest, elder, sky, tremor

Grass-green corn stalks
are shooting up.  He looks
at his financial sheets
and is hopeful no loss
will occur this season.
The elders will be proud–
nothing to throw away,
no one having to eat crow.
Wispy clouds like spiky
thistle thread the sky
over the crest of
the mountain.  As he
opens his front door, 
he feels a tremor
in his right hand.  
Not the first time.
Usually keeps his distance 
from doctors, but now
he is frightened; it's time.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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