The return of the lady in red

The ducks are now waddling up the lawn across the creek in back.  The lady in red has once again laid out the corn.  She seems older this year.  Of course she is.  So am I.  Now I have a kitchen that matches her jacket.

I am back in my old place

At the dining room table.

The lady in red

Just fed the ducks.

She moves older

This year.

White hair

A little bent

She still manages

That bucket of corn.

Her jacket

Matches my kitchen.

I knew there was a reason

For red.

Here she comes again

With her black and white

Spotted dog

A shorthair

By the looks of it.

It feels good to be back

In the morning routine

Even if I am not

Hefting corn

For the ducks.

I am older

My hair whiter

This year.

My kitchen matches

Her jacket.