Time is short now,
As days grow longer.
By decree! – (Though,
It’s not the hurrying of clock hands
Or calendar squares crossed off
That makes it so.)
Time is short,
Never enough.
And, time is long.
Time is both –
Time is neither.
Time is,
Our waiting…
Our…
Waiting.
Time.
Time is,
Never what
We
Think.
Time is short,
For a little less snow,
For a little less cold,
For a little less dark,
For something to change.
Time is short now,
As days grow longer.
By earth’s decree:
Rise, you sun!
Sing, you bird!
Show, you green!
Your pairing of this poem and picture is magnificent. This will stick in my mind every time I look at the melting snow in my garden or shake my head at the burden of re-adjusting to daylight savings time. Man’s decree versus the earth’s decree–thank you for reminding me to notice the latter!
Earth’s decree feels better — Man’s decree is always awkward! Thanks for reading!
i like your bursts of poetry.
Thanks you! It’s a fun change of scenery. 🙂