Monday Moment

flowering time

Seedlings tick first, then second
Gathering towards minute leaves
That become the hour round
For the hands branch off
And occasionally salute
The seasons pulsing by
Although the face be twelve
What ripples on is
Of our selves

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3 Responses to Monday Moment

  1. winneyb's avatar winneyb says:

    I like the last line, but I find the picture a bit creepy!

  2. Especially clever poem today. I really like it. πŸ™‚

  3. Rilla Z's avatar Rilla Z says:

    I agree with Sheri. It’s a clever piece.

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