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The Sands of Time, as snowflakes sifting, fall through fingers empty, cold; minutes pass as smoke-clouds drifting, clutching tight just makes them bold. Year grows old, on shaky legs he makes his rounds down Memory Lane; seconds tick to final dregs as Christmas rolls around again.
The Sands of Time, as snowflakes sifting,
fall through fingers empty, cold;
minutes pass as smoke-clouds drifting,
clutching tight just makes them bold.
Year grows old, on shaky legs
he makes his rounds down Memory Lane;
seconds tick to final dregs
as Christmas rolls around again.
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I can’t believe it’s time for Christmas . ..and that another year has passed. Denial? 🙂 Thanks for bringing it all home to me!
I can’t believe it either….where did the year go? They just go faster and faster. *sigh*
Only a week away. Still – so much to do!
Oooh, don’t remind me! 😦 We have to fight hard to hold on to the peace and beauty of this season, when it is SO busy!!
Your prairie snow really does look like sands of time! I love how you caught that barn in behind, and I love your poem’s opening line. Seriously I could not figure out how to say this without a rhyme!!! 🙂
Blessings ~ Wendy
HA ha ha ! Your brain is stuck on poetry mode? You need to reboot… 😀
True! I tried to rewrite it and then I just gave into it. That first line in your poem is a perfect beginning of a very poignant piece of poetry. (now I’m gonna have to reboot to get out of this alliteration mode…) I give up. I think it’s safe to say: Great poem! I did it.
🙂 Once a poet, always and ever a poet… Can it be a bad thing? 😉
Thanks for your patience. I ate more sugar than normal last night since a very yummy care package came in the mail yesterday and the kids wanted us to open it… so we did. Thankfully we have three children to help us wade through it! I guess I needed a sleep to reboot! 😉
*giggle* Tis the season – to overindulge!! 🙂
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