[Soaring Feather]

But instead, I think,
it is a lacemaker, whirling us around
in sweetly adorned nexus points,
so that the random feelings of our encounters
are at the end,

I very like these lines. Oh wonderful images. Great poem. Thank You.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Chronis (Father Time)

Mist kissed waters,
flow to a distant sea,
on the river of life.

Time touches all with age,
and mountains crumble,
as kings and pawns fall.

Be humble in the presence,
and bow to time,
accepting of your fate


Happy New Year One and ALL

[WayzataJOHNN]

Chronis (Father Time)

Mist kissed waters,
flow to a distant sea,
on the river of life.

Time touches all with age,
and mountains crumble,
as kings and pawns fall.

Be humble in the presence,
and bow to time,
accepting of your fate


Happy New Year One and ALL