Free Wheeling

The edges curl up on the edges of time.
I feel my existence and reach for a rhyme
To show of emotions that swirl overhead.
I look the heavens and see earth instead.

Life has turned over and hidden from view

Is a sense of completeness, a way to renew
Until I just sit and let Spring settle in.
Now I am freewheeling. Come on for a spin.

© 2012 Pam H. Murray