Viewing Hour

Watch

the Summer’s

turn

of season change,

at first,

minute.

Leaves,

freckled

’round

the edges;

Autumn

bruises flesh

like fruit.

“Your time”

it stole

what once was

ours;

the day was

struck

with night

as trembling

hands

of fresh cut flowers

felt your

lack of life —

to memorize

your face,

I drown

each second

I recall:

an hourglass

turned

upside down

the teardrops,

timeless,

fall.

Watch

the Winter’s

lengthened eve’

and

clocks

wound

to the new:

before it was

our

time to grieve

&

after losing you.