What Counts

Thank you, Jim, Jamie, Dan, Bill and Victor - for making this happen
and inspiring this.
Thank you, Kelly, for the notebook that captured much of this.


What Counts
by Lyn Marinello

Perched amidst the tree tops with a view of layered mounts
In the company of loved ones ... that's really all that counts
In the beauty of the leaves of vivid orange, gold and red
We learn that change and even loss is nothing we should dread
Those angelic wispy clouds float across blue topaz skies
On the breeze that force those leave to imminent autumnal demise
Half-a-dozen bambies play a game of hide and seek
As we simply sit in wonder, blessed to merely have a peek
Mr. Groundhog roams the front yard as the birds chirp endlessly
An early bat take to the sky in flight haphazardly
Evening repast is enjoyed with those across, adjacent
And an air of peace wafts through; comforting and complacent
The sun begins its ritual to rest from its daily chore
And offers us a kaleidoscope; a vista of color galore
The competition's on as we gather 'round the old pool table
A friendly game of billiards turns maniacally unstable
Laughter fills the twilight as we rack up for another break
The hot tub roils steamily ~ an open invite to partake
Pac Man chomps away. The fire pit flames spit toward the sky
Chatter fills the crisp night air as hours peacefully slip by
Perched amidst the tree tops with a view of layered mounts
In the company of loved ones ... that's really all that counts