Friday, December 14, 2012

Time Passing



This poem was written by a friend of mine who has written many poems. I think she is a great poet and has had many poems published. I thought this would be a great one to share here. Her name is Betty Lou Hebert
 
Time Passing
Late evening and a silver sky
Is all that's left. The colors die
And every leaf on every tree,
Is etched in blackest filigree.

It's morning and the world awakes.
Mist rises from the woods and lakes
And all too soon the summer's gone.
Some vestiges still linger on,
But in the breeze, I hear her sigh,
In mournful tones, "good-bye, good-bye!"

The afternoon is tinged with gold,
As autumn uses colors bold
In one last fling, before she flies
From winter's cold and icy eyes.

Time passing makes no slightest sound,
But in the aftermath is found,
Some changes it has left behind,
For us, with rueful thoughts, to find!

1 comment:

Danice said...

Very beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing with us.