Close times

I remember yesterday clearly like a still, blue river as I gaze forever; seeing my younger reflection in shadows as movement forward does not happen and I stay in that perfect time with a smile.
I know yesterday is gone.
I know the future is not mine to figure out right now.
All I have is now.
And now is not so bad with its bright orange summer days that last into the late evening.
Where friends stop and chat along the path of greenery and red roses nearby.
Where thoughts of connected friends who will visit soon keep me soothed by their voice on the phone telling me they are nearby.

Angel wings that float and drop by my path

Loving spirit time