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by Jim Moore

My existence here is temporary,
Like raindrop, like snow-flake, like winter,
A moment in angled sunlight,
A leaf in a bastion of blue—

And then the slip of sound and then to silence,
By earth tones and statuary,
Rivulets and breeze,
Singular notes—--the end of a season,
Not likely to return until spring.


Posted on 08/17/2008
Copyright © 2021 Jim Moore

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/05/11 at 03:41 PM

these two stanza are lovely to say the least and forebode the way of all things which are here today and gone the morrow.

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