Freewheeling

The edges curl up on the edges of time.
I feel my existence and reach for a rhyme
To show of emotions that swirl overhead.
I look the heavens and see earth instead.
 
Life has turned over and hidden from view
Is a sense of completeness, a way to renew
Until I just sit and let Spring settle in.
Now I am freewheeling.  Come on for a spin.
 
© 2012  Pam H. Murray

May 18, 2012