(A day early)
Some days seems to go on forever,
plowing rows of dillweed and sage;
the bitter dregs of tea tossed aside.
I stopped admiring the scenery
long ago,wind against my back.
Just a ride, another bland day...
Until June bugs arrived in style .
Haiku and smiles became the day,
as his laughter and wit charmed me.
Ups and downs are the path that
defines a friendship versed in poems;
The brilliance of sunlight and smiles.
Some legacies are hard to spot,
even with writings on the wall
carved by vines and ivy.
But his is written across green,
inside a pewter cloud's lining but
mainly inside hearts-friend to friend.
I never wonder about the future,
try not to harp on the past...
instead I live in the now and
mostly because John smiles.