I Do Pity You

Have you never shared the seductive charms of a cool spring night under moons full glare Folded in the warmth of a lover’s arms basking in fire light as bold passions flare Or felt the coolness of newly turned soil, had the smell of fresh mown hay in your nose Felt your imagination start to boil; when feeling mud squishing between bare toes If you have never watched a summer’s day slip east to west across an open sky While sitting in the shade of an oak tree letting both time and caring pass you by Have you ever witnessed October’s breath shake hoarfrost covered blades of yellow grass Or place a rainbow in each speck of ice! that clings to hope upon the window’s glass Never seen a blanket of winter’s snow mound on leafless trees and frozen fence rail Every bush and fern reflecting the moon as a silent wind slides across the dale