Still Time

Still the hands of time
while maples, leafed out atop the hills,
make canopies that ripple gently
with the kiss of July’s breath,
Then the glory days of August bloom
partner in dance with the sprightly song
of summer sun.

Another short one,
Leaves turning, falling ever faster,
the calendar growing thinner now
as the mind leans closer to
Autumn. But stay, September can wait.
Set silver notes afloat in sun shine;
there is still time.

7 thoughts on “Still Time

    1. Hi Christine,

      I intended to click on ‘like’ to let you know I appreciate your comment.
      Instead I ended up ‘liking” my own poem. Oh my…Mama said there’d be
      days like this!!

      Many thanks for stopping by and for your support of my work.


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