There Comes a Time

There comes a time
To move with graceful tempo
Unhurried
Enjoying each step
As life’s journey 
Beckons you forth. 

There is wisdom
There is beauty
To be seen, held, and respected.
Life meanders at its own pace
Irrespective of the speed
and pounding of our footfalls
We cannot grab more
By rushing.

As we saunter 
Along forest’s path
Let us take notice of
The snow drops
The tiny red buds gracing the branches
The skunk cabbages 
Poking their heads out of the swampy land
The birds fluttering overhead
Calling to us
“We’re back!”
And the sun
filtering light through barren branches.

There comes a time
To saunter
Absorbing and cherishing 
This precious adventure
We call life.