never enough time



never enough time

oh how the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years slip by:
it’s summer, autumn, winter, spring,
then summer again,
and then spring again before
you’ve caught your breath.
then suddenly it’s autumn
and the leaves fall and you
hadn’t even noticed them unfold
yet there they lie on the forest floor
morphing into mother earth
as if they had never
in the wind


© Susan Macaulay 2015. I invite you to share this link widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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