The Dew And The Lifting Of Mist Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I awaken these days to be more observant.
Have I been slower to recognize the Sunrise?
And the dew and the lifting of mist...
As I notice this while I sit to witness dawn?

I remember when much younger,
Noon held more of my interest.
And today...
I can be alone to watch the Sunset drift away.
To not think of this activity as an aging process.
Although for me it has to be.

I have adapted to appreciate life more.
And time lived I have been given,
To reflect upon and reminisce.
With a feeling of being blessed 'and' to know it!