another Tritina

When close enough that one can count the days,
They make a poignant case for clinging fear –
Because one can’t escape embracing time.

Still, waltzing with the sunlight summer time,
In secret one remembers numbered days
Dropped sweet like rain from cliffs of flame and fear,

And falling hand in hand with growing fear
Knows better than to court increasing time
In hopes that flattery will slow the days —

These endless summer days, when one will fear approaching time.

August’s end. Counting down toward the end of summer and the changing of a decade…

About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

2 responses to “Countdown”

  1. kayluala says :

    Time is divine! It provides a countdown so necessary in many things.It’s a problem to manage though! Nice write, Emily


  2. Mama Zen says :

    Beautifully done!

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