remembrance

when i was 18, 20, 30... sometime beyond remembrance,
time was my ally;
lacing days and nights.
such a brilliant tapestry!
i could tumble,
walk my knees across a room,
climb stairs two-at-a-time.
but i did not smell the roses.
now,
i walk slowly,
make lists,
do only one task well.
yet...
i watch hummingbirds on summer mornings,
hear night sounds cling to the dawn,
dance in my dreams,
and
ready my house for winter.