Rosy Times Poem by Frank Sheehan

When the sun is shining bright
sparse clouds above
temperature seasonable, comfortable

you calculate if your optimism
is warranted by earthly delights
while experiencing ups and downs

within daily routines.
It's majestic circumstances
bound only by wildest imagination

brought by Karmic ramifications
sparked from irreducible presence
of youth's indiscretions

through minuscule alterations to terrain
as they traipse immeasurably
between comings and goings

It's times like these
that foster thoughts of predominance
tempting ultimate sensations

bound by alter egos
that relinquish depths of surveillance
tested by feelings of bliss.