The Winds of Time
The summer breeze fills a mind full of peace,
but intricate thoughts dare not ever cease.
Constant throughout - without an end.
Repeat it start over and begin it again.
A whispering wind on a silent night,
feeds us a story - the cold has a bite.
The wind is a sign of the past and the present,
but future to come has left us a crescent.
The moon holds a key to what comes to be,
like tides on a beach rush in from the sea.
Pay attention to what comes and goes,
like birds in the sky from eagles to crows.
They all play a part in this short span of time,
So watch as they soar then swoop on a dime.
We all become nothing except what we leave,
Behind us a past like bark on a tree.
- Yours Truly
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
