For just a few more minutes, you linger in the light,
the sun strong to the end,
proud and bright, allowing colors to flourish late in the day.
You savor the wind. The wildflowers.
The gentle perfume surrounds you
as you think on your own life,
each day shorter, and somehow
About this poem
As I have slowly rediscovered my joy, each day has taken on more value. It’s not about my age, but my place in time.