And now for the weather

And now for the weather

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Life is light
that ends in nightfall
where time
turns shadows to dust.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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One never knows when his time is up....it could happen when time is light, dark or in the shadows!
Clever Andrew!
Warmly, B

Posted 5 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Months Ago

Thank you very much Betty.
Betty Hermelee

5 Months Ago

You’re very welcome!
Warmly, B🌷
yes, it all ends up in the ether eventually and is forgotten....

Posted 5 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Months Ago

It’s that simple Stella even I cannot remember my great grandfather .
Stella Armour

5 Months Ago

i didn't have grandparents to remember ....
and democracy to dust...the storms are raging.

Posted 5 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Months Ago

Indeed J thank you for your words.
Andrew,
Like the other day when a presidential candidate was almost assassinated between advertisements and pauses for weather updates... life is no place for tender hearts,
Vol

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

5 Months Ago

Thank you Vol, yes, you just never know when your time is up.
May we all learn to love the light that is life by respecting it wherever it lives. Wonderful poem, Andrew.

Posted 5 Months Ago


really well composed in few lines
with the perfect message

Posted 5 Months Ago


Nightmares are scary… sadly, Pat

Posted 5 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Months Ago

Thanks Pat, you're looking younger by the minute
Patricia Wedel

5 Months Ago

Innocence is irresistable and the Hope of the future... when I will be a pebble in a flower Bed. We.. read more

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Added on July 14, 2024
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andrew mitchell
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