Soulful Sundays: Time Marches On

"In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." - Robert Frost

Time's

Rhymes

Sound

Around.

Sunrise.

Surprise.

Vernal.

Eternal.

Season's words

Can be heard

In the trees

And on the breeze.

The edge of Spring,

A violent thing,

Growing stronger

As days grow longer.

What once lay hidden

By force is bidden,

To reveal to us

Nature's full omnibus.

Crocus begins the show

With Cercis just in tow.

Irid next, then Cornus,

Let's not forget Narcissus.

A sea of green blurs the eye.

Colors and smells do not lie.

Change is coming much faster,

Than the desperate grasp of winter.

A day seems a long time to wait,

For those uncertain of their fate.

What goes unseen in times like these,

Is that justice moves with subtle ease.

What starts with a step becomes a mile.

What began as pain ends as a smile.

Even the deepest wounds can be healed,

By marching onward, all will be revealed.

Fear not the future nor regret the past, What holds back becoming can never last.

It's always darkest just before the dawn.

Time marches on. Time marches on. Time marches...