After Wordsworth
The rising sun as seen beyond and through My neighbor's tree, its resurrection For me and you A corrective of the insurrection Of time and time's unyielding loss That strikes me now as it has not before Knowing what I know Of morning's glow Before I dress and step outside my door.
Morning glow
Snow
Up to my hips
Outside
Gouty foot pleads
No shoes today
Please
Does my mother
Know
I’m eighty-two
She passed
At ninety nine
Gotta get on
My karate gi
Everything
On the floor
Today
"That strikes me now as it has not before"
Each new day brings an opportunity to learn and see things differently.
I truly enjoyed this, Jonathan.