What time claims for itself,
Memories placed on the shelf,
Memories of the lost,
And the reckoning cost.
As life’s journey unfolds,
It takes away and remoulds,
Some things are hidden in the chamber,
It stays with us until our final slumber.
Time teaches,
Like a voice that preaches,
As the day departs and the night arrives,
Courage inadvertently thrives.
Looking through life’s windows,
Some things are veiled in the shadows,
Some are revealed before we ease into the night,
Where nothing is kept from the light.
January I, 2024.
The purple race the tussock face
heather dwells in delinquent mist
fresh the morning waits to embrace
as the sun’s rays break to enlist.
For you are there my summer rose
against the wind your grace unfolds
nothing there is like nature chose
for the memory one remoulds.
Golden sunrise upon the morn
captures the diamond on the dew
nature revels in fragrances worn
scented hint of florescent hue.
The verdant valley doth display
when gentle breeze her hair to sway.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
For you are like a summer rose
against the wind your face unfolds
nothing there is like nature chose
for the memory one remoulds,
golden sunrise upon the morn
captures the diamond on the dew
nature revels in fragrance worn
scented hint of florescent hue.
© Harry J Horsman 2012