Friday, April 29, 2011

each in turn

cherry blossoms carpet the ground.

daffodils wither.

and begin to fade.

but new plants unfurl.

fiddleheads.

stretching their primordial stems to the sun.

time marches on in one continuous line.
and we can't do anything about it.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

unstoppable time... what an insightful post. Happy weekend :-)

Char said...

oh how i love fiddle heads!