There Is No Time Like the Present
How she rests on grasses from a jungle
Tulips and pines of forest 'round her shed;
A hand exploring time's precious compass
With graced arms afloat, never way ahead.
Her bay cradles shelled rock that lazes by
This pure moment holding an endless sea…
Above, the jiggled sound of breakers glide
When thrushes arrange music endlessly.
Oh, to pause along slant of herb and moss
Where marquee of colors glints like a flame...
The purple sash of hay twirling softly
With crests unhurried on waters, quite tame.
A power of here, now, lays on calm navel;
Gently assured, relishing dew and heat
Unique is her time, never repeated…
Eos , dawn goddess, holds that rare flash, sweet!
Cliché Contest, Silent One
3/31/2016
" There Is No Time Like The Present"
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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