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)