Lingering. Poem by dave lessard

Give me a day, with a light breeze blowing,
with sun and shadow, playing hide and seek;
with spring time blossoming, I'll be going,
away for the morning, instead of a week.

Away for a morning, sometimes it's too short,
in the midst of a hike, you must turn around;
at the high point of pleasure, you must abort,
back to the starting point, now homeward-bound.

Give me a day, when the clouds fill the skies,
when the air is brisk and the sun is in hiding;
where the hawk and the eagle, on currents do rise,
returning to earth, on the clouds they are riding.

There, let me stay, for more than a morning,
let me walk for ten miles, and not turn about;
to see all of nature, with its heavens adorning,
proving to me, God exists, without doubt.