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