From This, Warmth Poem by Keith Michael

leaves crunching under my feet, sunlight wrapping its halo around whatever it touches. I think of the days when i was young. It seems so long ago, i would sit and play on the porch or swing the bat out in the yard with the dog chasing the ball. day trips to the lake were constant staples, and watching the fisherman make their usual haul made my smile gleam. the sense of warmth, a family outing of mine seeing a family outing of theirs. A serene feeling of the sun beating down. This is what perfection would feel like.