(Ed Note-For the next four days we will be pleased to debut Simon Collinson. We would have sooner but the first five poems he submitted to us were swooped by other publishers before we got a look at them. Poetry can be a cut throat business on occasion!-But we are glad to have four to present. And although they are short, we feel that even the tiniest work–even that shorter than the preceding Ed. Note- deserves its own day, provided such has been earned,. We feel such is the case, and more than once,with Simon–Leila)
Near the year’s ending
like walking past
moss ridden, rotten walls,
that’s withered,
weathered and worn,
so weary, tired,
tottering and teetering,
just waiting to fall.
Saragun Springs 
Hello Simon
The comparison of nature to hand made structure and to time and life is sly because the comparisons are as endless as time.Beautiful little thing.
Leila
(P.S. I keep trying not to look up)
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Dear Simon
You’ve captured a major phase of life, or a major happening in part of a life, in under thirty words. That is the magic of poetry, and this poem is a great example of how and why blathering on for five thousand words is silly and utterly pointless if a word artist like yourself knows how to say it much better, in far fewer words.
Great work!
Dale
PS
The intriguing ambiguity of the title makes the concrete details of the poem resonate.
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PS
That is a great author photo!!!
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