The Ebb and Flow


The Ebb and Flow 

I cannot stop

This ebb and flow

For the day turns to night

And the night turns to day

The relentless hands

Of the ever ticking clock

They steal the days of my life

When petals

Have been shed like tears

My springs, like beauty, rest

Then my summers fade away

And pass, without a trace

The busy clock keeps turning

That persistent key of time

And when all the leaves

Have danced away

My autumns, too

Have had their day

The days grow dark

And the cold seeps in

As the sudden shadow

Of winter falls

I cannot stop

This ebb and flow

For the day turns to night

And the night

Will always return to day

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

 

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