Mortal Stages (Nonet)

“I Could see Him sitting, His arms folded, A frown on his face, Disappointment lurking; I knew in…”
“I Could see Him sitting, His arms folded, A frown on his face, Disappointment lurking; I knew in…”
“Leaves Rattle, As I watch The past rise from Dust of the present; It lives to remind me Of…”