Poem, Spiritual

Drinking in my days

Drinking in my days
Capturing each moment
Don’t let them slip away
Noticing them sway
One into another
Some light as a feather
Some heavy as stone
In every single one
A lesson to be learnt
All beautiful in its own way
Living in today

This poem accompanies my last post, “Now is all you’ve got”.

Any thoughts? What did you get out of it? How did it make you feel?

Photo credit: B. Forsman