Journey
At ten the road is seldom marked.
Mile markers are closer at ninety.
The road of life is long or short,
depending on where you are.
The in between is often seen
with crystalline clarity and purpose.
Living graciously is being serene
just to be where you are.
Spring seems so much brighter
when you waltz in the rain.
The songs of life are lighter
with dreams of where you are.
Summer teems with heavier thoughts
that steal the dreams of yesterday
and fuel the guilt-laden sun spots
to spell you from where you are.
Pay attention as soon Fall sparks
a healing breath of beauty and color.
The quiet before stormy skies marks
the environment where you are.
When Winter blows bold bright cold
and whisks away your impermanent place,
it apportions it to a younger soul.
So acquiesce to be where you are.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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