Beyond The Yellow Tape

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. - Thoreau

there is love in the breeze

along with reminiscence in the trees

happiness in the red berries of holly

lush humility in flesh's folly

yesterday is for sorrow

as tomorrow we beg and borrow

"please move along, there's nothing more here to see"

too bad we can't just let it be

sorry, i have to kindly disagree