Time's Folly Poem by Bianca Diana

On her wings,
Flies with me,
And to the Spring, dear lover.
Swears to stay close to thee;
None can explain, but all know her.

But as the day doth fade to night,
So her gifts have taken to flight.
As Wisdom resounds from long ago,
Now to Fall, she stands as greatest of foe.

She knows not Hope, and this I know-
in her race, never falters.
Kisses of peace, from her lips do flow;
She'llgive not life to it's lover.

Never retracing lost memory;
Her hands holding Life and Death everafter.