THESE DAYS

"THESE DAYS"

These days are not long, these days of silk and honey
The cirrus and cumulus clouds float on by
As if on their way to Heaven;
The Mallards swim and hover by the waters edge
As if to savor each precious moment
Rich and proud of their new family of seven.

The honeysuckle and roses permeate the senses
While the late night sky offers a glimpse of Paradise
To lull babies to sleep;
An airplane high above and far, far away
Interrupts the sound of a baseball bat cracking
As a Little Leaguer hits one deep.

Soon these short, brief days and nights of fluid tranquility
Will be covered again in white
For this is where we live;
It's enough to have them for such a short span
To open the windows and let life inside
To receive from the earth what we give.

These days are not long, these days of milk and honey
Fresh hay and vegetables and berries
Baby birds and bees are flying;
We play, swim, laugh and love
Every serene and languid moment
Of living, breathing, dying.