Whispers

Whispering into late Summer breezes

At a need to heed volume

That strains the ears of listeners

Others, busily living at frantic pace

Cannot and will not heed.

Their loss leaving me guiltless

"Stop and take the time to enjoy.

It's all you get, and the most you can do with it."

Alert every sense to now

Wild untamed animals

Live in present tense

Missing nothing.

Envy them their greedless lives.

Emulate their totality of freedom

Feel the late Summer breeze

Hear the clinging fluttering leaves

Soon to blush and freely fly

Now can never wait.

You're late.

Reviews

[Patrick]

now can never wait...i do like a poem that rallys and gets life going...this does this

[Ed Hart]

now that we're old, now that we're old...oh well, even now is good enough