No Stops

A poem about how we go on and on, rushing around.

The winter fades slowly,

Slowly.

Receding into spring

As we watch and

Stand here,

Drinking in the sweet scent

Of liberty and love.

Seasons change without

Notice,

As we go about our busy lives,

Never pausing to

Take a breath

And enjoy the scenery.

Just once, we should

Stop and say,

“What a beautiful day,”

And maybe...

Linger a while in the sun and its

Warmth and light.

Bask in the simplicity of it all,

While everyone else

Rushes around us.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Good when Spring reappear. Good to watch the rebirth of life. I enjoyed the poem. Autumn is here and we have a long wait for Spring. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Great Aunt Astri]

Quite right! II think the photo of the dandelion goes well with the poem. Did you ever play dandelion clocks when you were a child, blowing the seeds away?

[EmaleighLynn]

All the time! I used to love doing that.