Draped

Rhyme, a type of poulter's measure

Draped

Draped across the mountain range
A damp silver blanket
Remnants of last night's thunder storm
This morn's greatest asset

Miles swiftly pass on by, and time
In rear view mirror flies
Never to be seen again 
In a second it dies

Fleeting moments of our lives pass
Captured only in thoughts
Stored in full color, choreographed
By best Master sought

Time runs through the last hour glass
It seems to pick up speed
Sands can not be slowed or halted
In savored moments do good deeds

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

Yes, I agree with your words. Time does go by too fast, and we can only capture so much of it in memories/pictures/words. A very well done poem with a hint of sadness in it. Maybe that's just me. The longer we live the faster life goes by. As a child I remember summers seemed endless. I enjoyed your poem a lot.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

CS,

Thanks for the wonderful review..These just hit me and sometimes I get them down and sometimes I don't ..I appreciate you stopping by..

Sara

[Coyote Song]

You're so very welcome, my friend.

[Miss Owl]

A celebration of time and our lives. So much is lost because we forget and don't remember as time flowers forward. But our time on this earth can be wonderful and cherished. Love your original poem. Splendid poem.