III
I am overtaken by time;Now in a bind.
Late night plans to dine
Might have been fine.
But sight is hind
And my thoughts are not kind.
Migrating birds create a line.
Observe formation. Which spot is mine?
Half past nine,
No need to pine.
Tasting brie’s smooth rhine;
It’s a sign!
Lift the tine
Holding fruit of the vine
And sip the wine
Of freedom’s time.
Remembering George in prayer
7 comments:
Hi Annie, just been spending time over a cuppa with you and catching up with your latest posts, especially Don's which happily had me lingering longer with my cuppa *!*
I'm so sorry to read about George
& i love the rhyme
of your poetry lines
celebrating the time
to wine & dine...
brava, annie!
Keeping George and family in my prayers. I like how you are writing prayer poems. Lovely.
Annie, dear. Please know I am thinking about George often. I just don't get it. But we'll look upward for the best to happen, yes?
Thanks for sharing your sweet imagery, poetry and especially the bird out on the limb. For some reason the latter has consistently brought tears to my eyes. I must have some work to do. . .
Stay strong and happy.
Mary Ann
A clever rhyming poem, Annie! xo
Count me! My prayers and thoughts are with George.
I love your poetry Anne....
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