Dandelions exploding in the air,
wind borne warriors parachuting downward.
Green is the field of battle,
land on the grey concrete and you'll lie fallow,
as will the asphalt, a Black Death.
Wild raspberries are flowering,
soon will come the taste of berries,
the schedule of Nature not often put off.
The birds are quiet or elsewhere,
foraging in a new location perhaps
as the sun rises, warming their wings.
Spiderwebs shrouded in fluff,
looking like dusty cobwebs in an old saloon
or a carnival's House of Fright.
Beneath a cloudless sky
I blink my eyes and stretch,
reaching for nothing, grabbing at air.
Aren't we all, aren't we all?
Tortoise plodding across the grass,
so long to get anywhere,
yet he perseveres.
What do you think was on God's mind
when he gave that creature his gait?
A day late and a dollar short, always too late.
Days given, days lost to time
but it is always today.
Yesterday is whistling down the wire
and tomorrow is but a dream...
05-31-12
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