This weeks challenge at Julia’s place made me wax a little poetic and melancholy.
What if this was your last year to live?
Will the days speed by even faster?
Will you feel each moment as a special gift?
Will you yearn more for the past?
Will you see each day with brand new eyes?
Spring might seem fresh and daring
a rush of melting-water sighs
a saucy breeze filled with birds who sing.
Summer heat will melt away
concerns about the future
each lazy water-and-flower filled day
making every moment richer.
The flaming fall of crisp red leaves
will warm the fading senses
filled with love one cannot see . . .
And the winter will bring silence