living comes down to beginning;
if we don't start,
how can we finish;
if we don't begin the search,
how will we find ourselves
before our ultimate ending;
it would have been better yesterday,
tomorrow may be too late,
now is as good a time as any
Author: zpotter
Rain
Old Bones
spring's glistening drops of dew
have become a harsh frost
settling deep within the bones;
the sun is slower to warm
though I find myself
in less of a hurry
to move through my day,
content now to linger
over a fleeting minute,
absorbing more
of all that surrounds;
the sharper the cold
the more welcome
the warmth