Blanketed in white,

Or shrouded in green.

What I seek, ...

Dad’s morning routine,

Was always the same.

Read the newspaper, ...

I often remind myself,

For easily I forget,

That choices, with life come. ...

Growing up,

Afraid to survive,

I learned to fight. ...

Bright sparkling eyes,

A huge smile,

With welcoming arms, ...

Sometimes I wish,

Trees could speak.

Maybe they’d recount, ...

Today’s climb feels daunting.

Many steps to overcome,

Without mental clarity, ...

Hand-written letters,

Now are now obsolete.

Yet it’s all I had, ...

Winter will soon arrive.

That time of year,

To prepare for cold nights, ...

Some days,

We simply break,

For reasons ...

The proverbial,

Pot of gold,

Isn’t hidden, ...

The world,

Is so very big.

Many places, ...

Simplicity,

Comes in many forms.

Like a bare, white wall, ...

A single color,

Stands out,

When not alone, ...

“There is no need,

To be afraid.”

Heard it often said, ...

If the sun,

Can find ways,

To shine on cold, ...

Some days are special.

Sitting on top of the world,

Staring all around, ...

Aging,

Is difficult to bear.

Yet when done, ...

Grandeur,

Comes in many forms.

To stand out, ...

To stand unwavering,

Firm, tall and proud.

No matter who is around. ...