Wind speeds down a mountain
spinning life on it’s axis,
pushing us, inexorably, forward.
drinking in as much as we can.
Blue water glistens in the sun.
Dry grass crunches under feet.
Snow covers the wooded path.
On the other side of the hill,
our life crouches in waiting, prepared to pounce.
Our eyes widen, surprised and afraid of it’s offering.
Often the plate is empty.
Often the plate is full.
We take it, put in our portion, and pass it to the next life.
Sometimes we reach in and take it’s contents;
it helps us survive.
giving as much as we put in.
It is life.