Life Is Simple When You Are
By Don Iannone

Before the snow falls,
I shall walk barefoot
upon Nature's pastel carpet
of fresh fallen autumn leaves.
Just the right place will appear
for me to park my tired bones
and soak in fall's magic,
which hugs me as tenderly
as only a grandmother can do.
And before the sun sets--
just beyond the faded old barn,
I will allow myself to smile
in warm admiration for life
and its good to the last drop flavor.
And once the sun sets
and the moon rises full,
I can say with great satisfaction--
that I have truly lived.