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