Hazy Outlines
Snowdrifts blow caught in the mountain wind
shifting movements in the currants bend
before them are the days of summer fled
into the past like former days now dead
Might you seek there light of sunny days
autumn winter spring now a former haze
water slipping holds and rushes quickly on
so swiftly fades a life not dwelt upon
The floodgates rush down the rivers flash
where water plunges and run the rapids fast
here our lives are in fleeting moments gone
and few will know if voices carried on
And what hopes man in his life to gain
it’s miseries if in his sins remain
tomorrow’s promise know we it will come
accounted little in our days their sum
This lonely place flower beds lay fallow
it’s beauty fades roots not deep but shallow
twilight veils fields of mankind’s dreams
pursuing endlessly hopes of better things
You till the soil there a garden plant
always the weeds in them do supplant
the roots are choked and tendril trails creep
and strangles lives in the dreamers sleep
COPYRIGHT © 2016
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence
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