Fleeting

Like departing morning dew
so go fleeting moments,
ones empowered to
mellow minds,

harbor hearts,

and silver line souls.

As the world turns
opportunity arrives with more-
brand new, initial, more firsts.

Again moments, birthed, mature to
cycle within time’s frames, then flee.

If leaves could speak,
maybe we would hear
about the delights of dew,
refreshment of watery drops,
wonder of falling-down rays,
and oh, the beaming above,
that bold, bright eastern view.

Like departing morning dew
so go the fleeting moments . . .

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9 comments

  1. “mellow the mind,

    harbor the heart,

    silver line the soul.”

    Jan,

    Your poem and your photograph collaborate,
    each with the other, to

    “mellow the mind,

    harbor the heart,

    silver line the soul.”

    and they do it so well!

    Sarah

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Your words are refreshing, coming in just ahead of the bitter cold predicted for the first part of next week. At that time the dew will be frost and the leaves probably won’t be singing.

    At that time, I will come back to this poem, read it again, and remember.

    Liked by 1 person

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