Stop, to breathe of season's glories as you cook.
Smiling at metaversian memories so fond, so blessed as you look.
Smelling virtual foods, each day serves as your hook.
Tasting pleasure, those little joys from your life's book!
Feeling fire's heat as cold rises in your precious nook.
Touching changes and remembering summer's heat that you barely took.
Listen, for now comes cold November's call of the rook.
Enjoy for each day as possibility fills your life's brook.
jdb_educator 11-8-01