Light Speeding

Days run past

hurrying around the bend

I can’t grab on that fast

as they slip away in the wind

I don’t see where they go

but, definitely out of my view

If only their pace would slow

then, these far betweens may become few

 

 

A Nestful

The birdies are all here

distraction abounds

young hatchlings test wings

screeches, the sounds

We attempt to keep up

as time rushes past

but to stay in the moment

one need not move fast

All fall back, in this tree

of summer days gone by

 the new, shared with songs

’til again, some will fly