Lenses

Every easy fire to start

Water soaks the air

Each pitch more perfect than the last

Satisfying as the fare.


The feel of mud and laughing sounds

The roughshod play on sacred grounds

Driving fast and living songs

Leaves nothing for regret.


The blackest black and brightest white together leave us empty

Its all the colors in between

The shades of amber and dark green

Staying dirty losing clean

Just take the plate and lick it.

quiet transition

Yes.

What we've watched bloom in the spring we see fade in the fall.

Those long hot days held in such high regard are gone again.

This peaceful and quiet time.


What now.

1 day, 1 laugh, another then smile.

Fortune has been kind, if only we'll notice.

We own it and it belongs to us. Never able to be stolen.

What now? Take deep breathes and let the wind move you.

Slide when the rain soaks the path.

Embrace the darkness, it won't stop for anyone.

Be kind the soil, it holds the next you know.

Dormant not dead.

Breathe Deeply.

Every last a first, and every step forward.

What now?.........