Dance of Time

“Dance of Time”, a poem by Gregg Hake

Waters move beneath me
As I sit upon the dock
That stretched obligingly
From the edge of the pond.
The shifting winds ruffle
Its reflective visage
With wispy wrinkles,
But only for a moment.
The dance of time,
Of youth and golden age
Betides before me―
In the evening light.

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2 Responses to Dance of Time

  1. Coco says:

    Lovely visual, a painting with words!

  2. Steve says:

    Thank you for such exquisite words betiding the sublime.

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