Catch the Moment

                    Catch the Moment
                  © Dan Mickle (2009)
                       
      Springtime's like a high-chair and the smell of baby oil.
      The world is small but growing while around us others toil.
      From the blanket or the crib there's a mobile I can't reach,
      but fingers are for counting and someone's come to teach.
      Summer sneaks upon us slurping ice-cream through a smile,
      with a gentle breeze and butterflies dancing all the while.
      A bubbling brook, elusive fish, in water cool and pure,
      plus roller skates and bicycles and big sea shells for sure.
      There's honey bees collecting dew from all the lovely flowers.
      Oh, I could sit and watch them work and while away the hours,
      But now the autumn's come to make the leaves a coloring book.
      I must move on, no longer pause beside this tinkling brook,
      while swallows turn and carrousel amongst the clouds in flight,
      as the unseen air is getting chill and soon will come the night.
      The ice-cream is all gone now, like the toys when I was small,
      for the winter storm's upon me, and I hear my mother call.