Just thinking of when
Life seemed so much easier
Are those moments gone

Why do we wait
Until its too late
To actually stoop
Down
And pick up
A flower and
See if you are
Loved or not
And while your 'e
There
Pick up a leave
And touch the veins
Smell the grass
Touch the early morning
Dew
Feel the purring
Of a cat
Actually enjoy sitting
And watching
Shapes disappearing
In your coffee
Or cuddling your
Cup
For a warm sip
Of tea
Giving yourself permission
To fill a tub
With bubbles
Curl up and
Read a book
Listen to snap krackle
Pop from
Your cereal
Listen to jazz or opera
Crunching celery
Or carrots
Eating a cookie
Without the guilt
Taking time to
Pen to a
Long lost friend
Or write a poem
A story a lie
What will it take
Before it's
Too late

A cold morn
A Lifeless morn
No geese around
Or Squirrels
No noise
Not even the
Wind
Or a tinkling
Chime
Almost too quiet
Guess i'll.turn.some
Music on

The purple sky
Lit up
As a bolt of
Lightning
Tap danced across
The threatening sky
Buckets of rain
Poured from
The ominous sky
Making puddles
Of water
To form
On the ground

The cold is here
To stay
At least for
A little while
Time to grab out
My unfinished books
Books I treasure
Those begun stopped
Midway
Literary books to
Read over
Some not even
Begun
Big books
Small books
Healthy books
Religious books
Which book will
I choose
Sometimes i read
Two at a time
Just have to
Remember
Who is who
This reminds me
Time to pick
Up a book

Quiet all around
Guess I'll grab paper and pen
Make some real noise