When time has turned
from seconds kept
Abandoned days that hours
left
And age is fraught
With discontent
and
Stolen moons with rainbows bent
The season's singular
intent
of Winter's gloom
or Summer's glow
and Spring's high tide
relentless ebb
and humdrum flow
All to come
and all
that go
All Things long learnt
but
Not to know
In the evensong of sorrow
in this day lit
dappled life.