Days become more still
Old siren songs grow quieter
New drumbeat sounds now
Amazing freedom
Choreographs day’s tempo
Measured steps suit me
Laughter and lightness
Transform binding to-do lists
To “catch as catch can”
I watch with wonder
Diminishing energy
Re-shapes my desires
Life has new balance
I find joy in small things
Transformed into gold
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Isn’t it wonderful to be able to cut ourselves some slack! Love “catch as catch can.” So few things are life and death. And my joy in small things was literally transformed into gold today as the bright yellow gold finches returned to the feeder outside my windows. Delightful post.
Thanks for your comment, Eileen. I wish I could see your gold finches.
Well said. Love it.
Thanks, Dennis.
This is glorious and lovely
Thanks, Lynn. I love your comment – first time anyone called my poetry glorious.
I always love it, but this one is extra special!
Many thanks. ❤
This is just so well said. I am embracing the ‘catch as catch can’ rhythm of days myself. Grateful for this opportunity. Thank you for saying it so well. 🐢
Thanks for your comment. Glad to know our days follow similar rhythms – especially now in Spring weather.
Another wonderfully descriptive and poetic post on what I like to call the benefits of aging. Thanks
Thanks for your comment. I consider them benefits as well. Pretty amazing surprise to get here and find the small riches of aging.
Pure magic 🙂
Lovely comment. Thanks.
I especially love the last verse! May you continue to find the beauty in the small things 🙂
Thanks for your good wishes, Christy. ❤