By Angie O’Tool
I penned this a few years ago. I thought of it today and made a few slight modifications. Enjoy!
Joy of childhood,
Driveways deep,
Branches thick
With gleaming heaps.
Stillness sits on
Hidden green,
Beckoning you:
“Breathe in deep.”
Rushing set aside
For wonder,
Soak it in –
It’s gone tomorrow.