Essence Of Time

ESSENCE OF TIME

The smell of burning leaves
closes the door on autumn,
and the sun plays hide and seek
behind wintry white clouds.

With bear claw and coffee,
the only treat I could a-
ford, I steal a moment alone
while I massage my temples.

One last gong of the clock…
time has run out.

2014-10-06
P. Wanken

 

Shared at Creative Bloomings Prompt #168: Mix And Match Muse.

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