AGE In A Glance

Image of a pond in a forest.

I am old and leaves are falling down
Brown and fertile like a signature of my life
All is coming clockwise and unwound
The cold is seeping ever so slowly, seeping in
Holding back the warmth from the sun again
Deliver me, Spring; come again
It will not happen for winter has set in
Days grow shorter and lights dim
There are no buds upon the limb
but the tree stands sturdy in the wind
Waiting silently for the timely end
We do not our own hours keep
and if we did, we would weep
Who could judge the length of rhyme
For a visit on this rock  sublime
Keep on, keep on, it is only for a time
The time  is counted, not by us
But in the God in whom we trust.

© Faye Sizemore 1/7/2003

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