Early winter morning

 'Tis been long since

I have experienced.

And sitting on a white bench beneath 

The blooming purple orchid

On a winter morning, draped with unrelenting mist.

Fall leaves and fall flowers

Unto a cold, chilling Breeze.

The pigeons waddle on, in the distance 

And so it seems that time does as well.

And drowning in this

Indulgence of experience 

Is only breathtaking.