I drink in the green

The silver backed willows

The calming stream

Spring makes me poetic

When I’m still enough to catch it

The apple crisp call

Of robin red breast

The summer friendly buzz

Of bee

All the blossoms are brief

And sweeter because

Permanence gets old

I want to move slow

Like the river

Like the muskrat 

I want to take my time

Like spring

Treasure moments so brief

I don’t want to miss

The brief

I don’t want to miss 

The blossoms

Cause childhood is quick

And sweet

So the hugs are there holding

me in

slowing me

down.

Their stories meander

Like the river

Like the muskrat

They take time to really see

Before they are gone.

“Patience, child, patience

and sit awhile with me.

Let go of all those yet-to-do’s

and just sweetly

be.“