Soon, like the wayward wind
This too shall pass away
To deck the landscape of the mind
On the far side of today
Soon, like the flower thrills
Falling in petal-fray
This darling hour softly spills
To the far side of today
And soon this jeering chant
Of can’t and can foray
Will be swept up in dusk-capped waves
To the far side of today
The penmanship of Time
And moment-poetry
Fills eons with hope’s half-penned rhyme
And full-penned imagery
Soon, soon the silence tries
Those things which slip away
For even now a moment dies
On the far side of today
Janet~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!