Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Poem - time


-- Poetry -- 

*sharing this beautiful little poem I found via social networking...


Time 
 

Time is like the wind

That comes in the morning

With a barely palpable caress of the cheek

Rising to a comfortable caress

In its measured passage of the day

Until it rises a sudden gale

Revealing the irrevocability of its power

Trembling our browning leaves

And blowing them to our finality.



~Phillip Pulfrey, from Beyond Me


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