BORROWED DAYS

The day is not mine
to own. I will borrow the day
and give life to these aging bones.
breathe the cold autumn air,
eyes upon blue sky, I find fair.

Watch the trees colors flow,
front seat to an earthly living show.
Form beyond human technicolor,
the sun I sit under.

In my mezzanine, a day, a dream.
leaves a burning red, bleed into
the canopy overhead. And as the
night comes I pray there will be
time for another one.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes my friend. I liked and understand this poem.
"and as the
night comes I pray there will be
time for another one. "
The lines above. I could write a epic tale from. Thank you Rene for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Rene Velez]

Thanks my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.