Friday, November 28, 2014

November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 28

It comes as news, although you do expect
It will arrive one day, some distant hour
Way, way too soon it shows up to collect
The things we owned, or thought we did, to our
Most genuine bewilderment… our eyes
We can’t believe, we didn’t recognize

The signs that all were there, albeit concealed
Of seasons melting into seasons, fall
Is drawing to a close, her fate is sealed
And chilling mirrors prove you can not stall
The hands of that unyielding giant clock
But then you find that stealthy cruel tick-tock

Has a nice rhythm to it, and your heart
In unison with it starts ticking, and
The seasons past and current play their part
And what is bound to happen, near-at-hand
Chimes in, and time slows down as you embrace
The crow’s-feet on the fair-skinned winter’s face.

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides


  1. Hear, hear! I think the opening line is brilliant! why are we so surprised at it?;)...knowing all along it would come; winter, that is. ahem. This tick and tock sure goes about its business in a hurry, doesn't it?! and so all we can do is, as you say, embrace it. I've learned to love a little slower and i wouldn't trade it for the world!

    1. Yes, "ahem' is right :-)

      Thank you for your words, Janet.