Missing Out

I know there is plenty of things I miss out on, like we all do;

but rather I concentrate on what I do have, which is a life that is rife
with inspiration and joy,

which comes from things as simple as music, that I have always loved;
melodies and songs haunting and beautiful

and I think there must be some unknown parallel from music and the walks
out in nature that I take so often this time of year,

where the yellow leaves are soaring down from the tall cottonwoods,

and ice is appearing on the pond in the mornings,

and I stand and listen to rustling leaves and the song sparrow and chickadee