Hands Of Time (Thought) Poem by Poet of the River
Hands Of Time (Thought)
The candle lit, the fire ablaze.
on the table i sit, counting the days.
as time expands, and days grow colder,
the chill of hands, as the bones grow older.
the simple desire, to warm to your fill.
the warmth of the fire, to bite back the chill.
smile and savor, the warming chance.
hands waver, as the flames dance.
and winter becomes spring again.
From the darkest winter the gift of spring is near to bloom and to hold dear!
Finally spring is around the corner, now its time to get a little warmer. Life might get harder but enjoy the plae your at
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5/4/2024 11:44:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Time brings on changes and we can't stop it. Seasons are always there with us and never stops to let us know it. A good write.