Before snow falls
I shall walk barefoot
upon nature’s pastel carpet
of fresh fallen autumn leaves
Just the right place will appear
to park my tired bones, and
soak in fall’s magic
hugging me tenderly
as only a grandmother can
And, before sun sets, just
beyond the faded old barn
I will smile, in warm adoration of life
And once the sun sets
and the moon rises full
I will say in complete satisfaction
I have truly lived
Poetic Alchemist 
Dan: Thanks. And we both loved our grandmothers.
Yep –really good!!
Aurora: Thanks. Hope things are well with you.
Wonderful, Don!
Polona: Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Shane: Thanks. Indeed, sunsets and faded barns; all parts of life.
Floots: Thanks. Too funny. 🙂 Goo, good, God, godet…all the same. Just words pointing to the reality beyond them.
that’s gorgeous!
here’s to sunsets and faded old barns
oops – gooD – not goo 🙂
apologies
sounds goo to me
in terms of both the action and the thoughts behind it
cheers