Time will tell –
tally of suns and moons
draws age spots on cheeks,
fades spring blush,
traces wrinkles in the parchment;
in your death throes,
you carpet the earth
Time has told tales –
days and nights of wonder,
tear-stains over grass-stains
in endless cycles of wash and wear madness;
loves gained and lost,
progeny wiped and polished and applauded,
aches echoing pains in a comedy of errors.
What your final glory will be,
Time will tell.
The colors are phenomenal! gorgeous shot, Melody.
🙂 I even know what that one means! 🙂
I like what your poetry evokes. It takes me somewhere emotionally. I’m an overly sensitive guy (maybe that’s why I’m a poet?) and require this.
The world loves emotionally based men – we need ya! Go for it!
I see it happening already…I embrace it. What else can I do? 🙂
We really don’t have a choice – and longevity may come to those who adjust and accept the inevitable with the best grace…. You show the way! 🙂
Wow-Wonderful, indeed, Melody–and I love the photo too!