Holding Time
Summer sun's shadows pass like sand grasps.
Time twinkles by like leaves' lost green
Succumbing to weather's bend,
crimson crisps swirl to earth
like feathers' descent.
A grown child
picks up a
barn owl
quill.
Sun
trickles
upon her
shadowbox frame,
holding a green pressed
oak leaf gathered from youth.
Preserved words spill from her quill.
Arrangements change daily when she
tilts the hour glass to watch sand pass.
1-1-2020
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2021
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