Old Age Honors Us
I see us as lovers sitting for hours talking and laughing,
and feeding on wild berries we picked ourselves,
in a little clearing near some pines nearby,
we laid out the picnic basket and blanket,
we sat watching white beautiful geese
playing in the water and applauding each other
diving for brunch.
The red bird sang to us
way up on the branch of a nearby tree,
squirrels hurriedly raced by
too busy to give us a look,
the winds coiled and recoiled,
serenading us as we laid down
in the wildflowers dividing lovingly
into pastel yellow and green bed sheets.