The Time

a poem about time in general

The mist is creeping in

The lights are turning off

The wheels are finally slowing

The vines continue growing

 

The morning and the evening

Have something in common

And yet, they are so separate

 

The mist is fading away

The light are turning on

The wheels start to turn

The vines have stopped growing

Author's Note

Another one of my small bits, tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Aimee Mahathy]

I like this one!
You can really feel the crisp awakening of morning as well as the resftul coming of night as time does pass.
Great job!