On the Edge of Forever

Quietly I sit, eyes trying to clear out the cobwebs of sleep. Coffee, strong and dark in hand I step silent through the yard traversing the well worn paths I've laid, my little dog at my side. Footsteps fall, soft and unsteady as I walk the perimeter of life that is newly born and just a start to the season and he, sniffs the air scented by the blossoms. Red, pink, white roses slip from bud to flowers basking in the early morning sun in sweet bouquets warmed and watered by the humid air following torrential rains and the chill it brought. Pausing in strategicly placed chairs I take it in, breathing deep the fragrance on the wind, contemplating the years so quickly lost to time, and the wonders I recall within their fading shadows. How fleeting were the days, the weeks and years now culminating here in complete satisfaction knowing nothing can be undone it is what it is, no redos. Onto my lap, my dog jumps up seeking attention from my distracted ponderances a repetitious stroke upon his head is enough and I am at peace with the time that is waiting on the edge of forever.