The peace of the morning
Echoes with disappeared futures,
Aches with freedoms pasts,
Fakes armistice,
While unguiltily blinking
Through breezes of Time.

This piece of morning
Slips by too fast, birds
Chirping innocently; flowers
Display hopeful faces
As kittens frisk and tumble
In breezes of Time.

The lease on the morning
Falls away spiraling
Vast clickable moments,
Taking with it, my peace
Of mind, continuing to pass
On breezes of Time.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/28/12