A different kind of poem...

AROUND

Towards a tree the dog pulls
Old lady holding its leash
Around
Intent on darting squirrel
One of many in like kind
Around
The waters that glisten
For all at sunken lake’s edge
Around
Walker’s path now crowded
As the sounds of day arise
Around
The moist and tepid air
In the morning we can breathe;
Around
Goes the clock ticking hours
And the year passing seasons
Around
To well-worn holidays
And birth dates we know by heart
Around
The cycles of living;
In time we learn that all comes
Around.