Is it ever too late
to see what matters most
For light to lift my mood
To wish for joy
in spring’s touch
Sing without restraint
Twirl beneath white petals
drinking in their smell
See a brilliant feathered pink
across the morning sky
To know the pure love
of a child and smile
To feel a dog’s smooth head
beneath my hand and sigh
Not while I breathe
and can remember
to give thanks

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for day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2015, National Poetry Month.