Tuesday, 9 June 2015

Seeds of Time


He pulled aside the fog like a curtain

And entered my home

“Who are you?” my voice quivered

His eyes flashed and lips twitched in a smirk

His breath almost scorched my skin

He scattered seeds

That instantly burst forth into saplings

Grew tall, bloomed and withered

I was so engrossed in the dance

Of birth and death holding hands

That I didn’t notice

When he left

A cool breeze whispered into my ears

“Wake up, rise from the ashes”


Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time