Ho, the winsome weight of moments
Tips time’s spectrum of thin air
Pours to quiet deep of midnight
Morning’s unmarred thoroughfare
Unattainable its flicker
After it passes away
Synchronized, Taker and Giver
Fashions from old dark, new day
…like an ephemeral river
Constant, its wake-waning tide
Where time's winsome wake of whispers
Leads us to life’s other side
War and peace borne on its murmur
Winter, summer’s silver breath
With the winsome weight of moments
Amalgamates life and death
...like the soft descent of snowflake
Singular until it lands
Moments fade into the framework
Of Forever's outstretched hands
© Janet Martin
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