I use to be in a hurry… Racing up a steady incline,
Worrying about having enough time…
Needing to get to an imagined finish line.
Maybe age has caused me to pause—
I don’t know… I like that I’ve slowed down,
Taking the time to look around…
Noting hills aren’t always green…
Sometimes they take on hues of mauve,
Orange, or even aubergine.
Linking with the Sunday Muse
“The Hare and the Crow” by Amanda Clark