The now dangerous sun-
Light glares my misted eyes.
Everything is soft focus
Even the deluge
Threatening to destroy us.
Our way of life
Fades to sepia
Like an ageing photo
At the bottom
Of a memory box.
Darkness falls.
A broken moon rises
Above the neon city.
The aura round the street lights
Has the same garish beauty
As an oil-slick rainbow.
Juliet Wilson is a short sighted adult education tutor and conservation volunteer based in Edinburgh, Scotland. She blogs at http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com and can be found on Twitter @craftygreenpoet. She has had cataract surgery on her right eye.
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