Time

How quick the old year passes greatly anticipated just a week ago the seasonal build seemed steady and slow faded in the distance of our hopes and dreams waiting patients of the New Year themes; and there it is with forgotten resolutions celebrated in the midnight absolutions another year in the universe of space and time resonating birthdays, graduations, weddings sublime that count the passing years of our prime; the calendar renewed, starting over once again and we no longer children traverse adult domain believing ourselves immortal to this mortal world as the old year passes thru testing steps we swirl quick and fleet the months easily form lost pearls; they are black and white, never gray and their beauty is often overlooked each day in muddied waters of foolish youth and somber age unawares, ignorant of life's fast turning page pause a moment, breathe every second of life in experience and wisdom lay in the passing of the wind.