If the path,

Is to be seen,

The heart must listen, …

The magic of spring,

Is in the air.

A fresh breeze, …

Kind hearts,

Are often found,

In unexpected places, …

When the moment arrives,

To savor the past,

I need close my eyes, …

Sometimes what I see,

Is hard to understand.

Then one day, …

It is the simplicity,

And beauty of nature,

That brings me peace. …

Dried wood,

Drying grass.

It’s an arid day, …

In unexpected,

Quiet corners of the land,

Dwell poet farmers, …

Love does come,

In different shades,

And colors. …

Now that age,

Has slowly erased,

Youthful freshness, …

To get old,

Rust,

Then break, …

Even rabbits,

Can overindulge,

And wake up, …

Proud and tall,

I will stand.

Despite the rust, …

It’s simple,

Obvious,

And annoyingly frustrating, …

It is your softness,

That I’m grateful for,

As days pass by. …

To dangle from a tree,

Beside flowers,

Smiling and free. …

Life would be easier,

If I were taught,

Not to fight, …

How often I’ve shunned,

Opening that door,

Letting memories and dreams, …

Ruggedly constructed,

With iron and steel.

Unlike my memory, …

One day,

The snows on me,

Too will melt, …