Hour falls asunder
Flower follows suit
New bud wakens wonder
Bearing fleeting fruit
Laughter filters sorrow
Present spills to past
Drawing from the morrow
Refills to its cast
Girl becomes a woman
Boy becomes a man
Mother hears an echo
‘Catch me if you can’
Sing a song of seasons
Round and round they go
Flowers, hours falling
Soft, like summer snow
© Janet Martin
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