I love warm spring days and the fresh smells of the morning.
Like laundry hung out to dry, carrying flowery smells as I rake
up winter’s leftovers.
Times of reflection, introspection, and calibration of thoughts
bring understanding to fleeting hours.
I wonder why life has changed our thinking? We have sped
up the clock and no longer do seconds nor minutes count.
Time is lost at the dinner table mainly because that doesn’t even
We pass on by the little things in life as if they are meaningless
beggars out to steal from us.
Our life has become narcissistic in a fashion and we fail to allow
others to glean from who we are.
I slow down, take stock of hearts, souls, and minds.
I watch as the first carpenter bees of the season fight for the
chance to once again bore into my logs.
Their drooling buzzing rhythm keeps my attention.
Attention to true time, evolved from the mundane to explode
in the vibrant life that we should all live.
Yet, we choose to run, to worry, and to refuse to let life pass on by.
Make seconds count, not just hours or days.
There is life to live and to explore. We have lost our will to explore
all facets of our natural world.
I love nothing better than laying under a tree gently swaying,
eyes closed, soft music rocking in the background of my life,
cold beer at hand and the scents of hundreds of blooms filling me.
Filling me with a captured essence I never wish to give up.
Filling me with seconds of thought and enduring contemplation
of what I will see or smell or touch next.
Filling me with a greater sense of love for those who touch my life.
Bringing greater satisfaction as I look deep into eyes like mine.
What we have lost? Ah, what I have lost, yet what shall I gain?
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