"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, December 27, 2010

Hours A Parade

Days have passed
in sunrise and moon.
Their hours a parade
marching across my soul.
Time has passed too quickly.
Life has no rewind.
My quilt of calendar pages
growing with each day.
Each square stitched
with the thread
of my memories.


©Susie Clevenger 2010

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