Life is too short to be spent
griping about the past,
things you don't have,
places you haven't seen,
You were a young leaf
A flapping shimmer of green
In the early spring sunshine
Even now I dream of you
In different forms and guises.
Simple joys of aery days—
Rooster crows to greet the morning,
The day opens with a gray nondescript sky
Yellowing leaves strewn haphazardly
on the patchy lawn below my bedroom window.
The air motionless outside except for an occasional breeze
Weaving the tapestry of my life with words