Time is a moment-ous occasion
We cannot move time backward
To reform what is Past
Each moment molding artwork
That soon is ever cast
We cannot undo hours
Their discourse set in stone
Like petals fall from flowers
The seed of deed is sown
Past, packed with acts of impulse
Where fact frames fantasy
Is ever at the birthplace
Of what is yet to be
Dawn drinks the dew from Newness
It unfolds buds where trust
Bears care's temporal witness
Ere this day drains to dust
...as Here and Now soft-opens
What soon new blooms estrange
Becoming in a moment
That which no one can change
© Janet Martin
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