it’s fleeting-
it is fleeting

I hear the flutter of flight
breeze by
almost forgotten
hurried

we are changing
so quickly
there is no time
for subtleties
I fear

we all lose track
of what is-
what was
right there

now gone
and wondering
where it went

we are treading
in currents
so strong

and tiring
for trying
to keep up

and it sweeps me away
like the drift wooded river
rushing out to sea

thanks for the reminder.
amo,

Peter

Peter,

thanks for taking the time to read it. I appreciate the patronage...and the comment.

Sherry

Good one, Frosty, I especially like this part:

I hear the flutter of flight
breeze by
almost forgotten
hurried


Les

thanks, Les.
Glad you enjoyed it.