By then
The trees exhibited a deeper scent, sweet pine and dark greens
By then
The ancient rain came out once more, reciprocating itself with each solemn cry
By then
The chimes sung in the wind, now a distanced song going unremembered
Now
The future was momentarily no longer longed for.
YOU ARE READING
By and then
شِعرA quick poem for the wandering souls out there. How one may have seen a future moment vs the real entirety of it all.
