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.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2018
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