Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

The Constanza of Time

Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Its white-gray silhouettes pine trees
Floating in moisture feels at ease

Slow misty drops drip dark as night
Coating all trees, shrubs, animals
This eerie scene quite tangible

Quiet in nature a delight
Animals hunkered down; wait time
In den or nest, life seems sublime

Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Cold and hunger engross their life
Soon birds will come to feed no strife 

Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Animals accept each second
Not knowing time their great present



Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Slow misty drops, drip dark as night
Quiet in nature a delight
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
 

Written January 02, 2014
Inspired by Craig Cornish

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Nette Onclaud January 3, 2014 at 2:18 PM 'Fog thick as thieves ' caught my attention and the rest of the piece as well.. this is a beautiful expression that evokes gorgeously intense images. well done, sara!.. huggs

Russell Sivey January 2, 2014 at 10:33 PM I believe you have written such a beautiful animal inspired write here my friend! What a glorious and timely poem! I really enjoyed reading this wondrous piece this evening! Great Work!!

Carrie Richards January 2, 2014 at 6:51 PM What a lovely poem, and a fine dedication to Craig. Loved it! Happy New Year, Sara!

Shadow Hamilton January 2, 2014 at 6:06 PM so beautiful Sara you have excelled Shadow x smile hug

Anne-Lise Andresen January 2, 2014 at 2:17 PM - Sara, in fact we have much to learn from the animals .... Sometimes I think animals are wiser than humans . . . lovely written ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Tim B January 2, 2014 at 12:53 PM Lovely poem, good to see you still writing on here. I like how the poem eases from the surreal to the "tangible" scene. Thanks for sharing.