Possibility
By Adrian Speyer
Smell the wetness of spring rain.
Falling on brown grass.
Inhale the promise of tomorrow today,
Within the possibility of mind and spirit.
Take the time for thank you,
Watching how the clouds form roses,
Between breathes of air,
On deserted streets of dawn.
Find the clarity you need,
Before the big day,
From miracles all around,
Available to open eyes.
Everything is possible in a smile,
Even at the bottom of a hill.
One step at a time,
Begins any trip to the top.
Recent Comments