Gone are the days
That stand as fence posts
In the graveyard
Of a barren white north.
In their place
Have come days which represent
Some of the most splendid bits of appetite
Known to mankind.
It would be wretched
To see this beauty and not recognize it as such,
Complimenting on it, in turn.
To not acknowledge its grace
I should deserve the lesser days
And to return to them this instant.
To dwell there would be my punishment
But it is not
For this morning I awoke
To surrounding beauty
And said so with my heart.
Marty Reep 