Yesterday’s Rose

As autumn arrives
Your petals slowly fade
Your precious bloom
Almost gone
Winter waits around the corner
You are yesterday’s rose
Today’s pleasure
And tomorrow’s promise
That you will bloom again
In the fines of time

Feet don’t touch the ground

Alarm wakes me at 5

Doves coos are deafening

Sun ray yet to warm

Dew soaks the grass

Time is of the essence

Walking dog in the woods

No time for delay

Don’t disappear, not today

Kettle boils slowly,

Or is it me in a rush?

Car to the garage

Wait, time ticks again

Then hurry to work

No time for lunch

No time to stop, to breath

To think

Then work finishes

Time for a drink

Too tired, too rushed

Time to sleep

Feet don’t touch the ground

Tomorrow will be slower

And time will wait.