FLEETING MOMENTS  

Why can’t life be like
 
crunchy footsteps in the calm snowfall of a quiet midnight
with the smell of a fireplace wafting from the cabin afore you

the gray chill from the moisture seeping out of a thick afternoon rainstorm
from the safety of a covered porch and the arms of a loved one

the orange sky that diminishes the heat of a late evening summer’s day
as you ride fast with the breeze in your face and nothing real important to do

crunchy footsteps through the golden leaves of an invigorating new dawn
making that warm sweater and mug of coffee seem perfectly essential

why can’t life always be like that