Silent Skies.
This is an old one reworked.
All countryside now brown
plaid dressed,
in quiet comfort lies.
Time folds in upon itself
falls gentle on the mind.
Here silence steps
through noon-day skies,
where past and present
breath the hour.
And time flows undefined.
Hi Sue – a good rework of a gently-mused musing! I am a bit edgy about the Time references folding inone place and flowing in another – the firest reference undermines the ultimate line somehow. Best. Mitch
Hi Mitch, so pleased you have taken the the trouble to ask about my poem. I have always felt time from the past and the future weaves and flows through the present. So in ‘it folds in upon itself,’ I saw it as going round in a huge circle encompassing the past, present and future and therefore it flows in an undefined way through all.
Perhaps I could change ‘ time’ to ‘life’ in the last line if you think it would make it easier to read.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to explain the meaning. Sue 🙂