TIME
The world
Spins around you
Passing your needy hands
That are begging for it to stop.
While unable to soak in
That year
That time
That moment
Because you don't have the power to slow it down.
Green summer trees
And sticky fruit popsicles
Pass and
Soon turn into
Maple leafs
And tinfoiled candies
With the glow of flickering candles
Inside carved prizes.
The rain begins to fall
into the wanted, but never there
Snow
And your breath can be seen
On quiet mornings while
The brisk air is clinging to your cheeks
And stinging your eyes.
