Fruity fragrance fills the air
as snowfall of spring blossom
softly drops on fresh green foil.
Thoughts of today.
If this were my last day, what would I do?
Live in each moment with earnest,
Fill lungs with sweet breath abursting,
Stretch eyes yonder horizon,
And magnify the minute,
Open ears to birdsong and raindrops,
Tingle tastebuds with thyme and tangerine,
Tenderly touch love’s soft skin,
Flit through album, from infant to grandma,
of birthdays and banquets,
Heed the quiet voice that speaks of regret,
yet forgives and forgets,
Still asking those questions for meanings,
If this were your last day, tomorrow your first,
What would you do?