Sunday, October 9, 2011

Dew Drop Inn

A foggy autumn morning drifts in without a warning


 I cannot see across the pasture
But spiders have begun to gather


Strings of pearl strung about the yard
and a little sun on the liquid amber

Like four aces to a gambler
we have a stunning visual card

Go outside and play
live each day
as if it was your last
tomorrow is only the future
and yesterday is just the past