no pics because of slow to no internet...
Time channels moments to hours
As the clock sheds tick-tock tears
Still, Past never overpowers
Hours turning days to years
Who shapes those pangs of sorrow
As they spread, searing and slow
Through bodies teaching heart-fingers
The hard How of letting go
Midnight has starlight in it
Morning crowns its dappled dark
Life is a morn-to-night minute
Acquaint yourself with its spark
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!