Poet of the River

(july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

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.

Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (4/27/2013 4:07:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (4/16/2013 1:49:00 PM)

    Finally spring is around the corner, now its time to get a little warmer. Life might get harder but enjoy the plae your at (Report) Reply

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