The Hourglass
Time drones slowly on
Each day...an eternity
Snowflakes change to frozen rain
Leaving icicles on the tree
I barely notice spring's approach
Budding branches on the tree
Or summer's sun-kissed bounty
From the garden planted for me
Fall arrives in all its glory
Nature's artists on a spree
Painting glorious colors
For all the world to see
I do not see this beauty
The golden leaves upon the tree
To me it has no relevance
For you're not here with me
The sand is flowing slowly
Through the hourglass of time
Now the days fly by too quickly
Soon the tolling bell will chime
But I cherish these fading days
And our promised rendezvous
When the last grain has flowed
Then I will be with you
For John Freeman's contest (your best shot) _
Copyright©2004 Beatrice Boyle
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Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011
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