Of Time Flies and Skies

I missed the Poetic Bloomings prompts on the week-end due to busy Summer-ness

Saturdays prompt was Summer Clouds

We had a spectacular cloud show on Friday evening!

The air had an ominous feel beneath colors somewhat surreal...

But all we got was wind with a bit of rain. Still very dry here.

Time flies, we say and bend that old cliché into a sigh

The paradise of yesterday is like a summer sky

So far away; yet close enough to steal our restless gaze

With gold and gray as hold and letting go numbers our days

Darling, our dreams are lofty like a fleet of clouds and stars

Trial and error teems and often melds triumph with scars

Present-day pain and pleasure fray; tomorrow bides its time

Like clouds above a summer day, always too far to climb

Time holds out trays laden with Days; its age-old ways compete

What we should do with what we do; each off’ring bitter-sweet

They waft up to the clouds that sail so soft on summer blue

To regale us with echoes on some yonder avenue

© Janet Martin

Thank-you Cyndy, for reminding me how time flies and reviving an oldie on your blog today!
I like the word 'Garnet'!