Senescence

Raider Times photo / Kara O'Neil / Word Painter

Mairéad Connolly / Word Painter
March 17, 2022

Time. What is it? It 

breathes life, it is death’s shadow 

Waiting….It’s… But when…?

 

Watching a fragile 

Bud unfurl and the sun’s arms

Reaching out for life.

 

Sun’s embrace upon 

The wings, creates a flutter

Among the clovers.

 

Lo, the cruel sword falls

And the skin withers, swirling

Away with the wind.

–WP–

(Published March 2022)