The road snakes through the neighborhood
A dark line that leads past promise
As it fades in the pale winter sunshine.
He sits in there
Under yellow tree ablaze
With leaves freshly fallen across the rich earth
His mortality curling and wisping in the air.
He looks at the world through marble eyes
The clock counts down as it travels the sky
Same diamond hours each afternoon
Quietly, until covered in shadow, he perceives beauty as it
Unfolds uniquely before him each day.
Simple life and simpler wish
The road leads on to cottage or palace while
Ablaze in winter sunshine
Cacti blossoms and gratitude flowers.