Friday, October 21, 2011

Time Passed


In the frosty morning
each grass blade coated, silvery,
crunches as I step.
A leaf falls
and another
and a thousand.
They are so lovely as they die

When did this happen?
I wasn’t paying attention, then
I turned and summer was gone. 
Days diminish;
November closes in
dark and stark and raw.

This was written for Mr. Knowitall's Flash Friday 55.  To see lots of 55 word poems and stories click on the name.  Try one yourself!
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17 comments:

  1. Brian MillerOctober 21, 2011 at 10:58 AM

    smiles. the seasons wait for no one...coming and going...and often we fail to notice just how fast they go...

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  2. AnonymousOctober 21, 2011 at 12:03 PM

    I Was paying attention, but it happens anyway.
    ~Mary

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  3. BubbaOctober 21, 2011 at 12:18 PM

    Amazing what we notice we missed when we finally pay attention again. Nice piece, Mary.

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  4. Pat HattOctober 21, 2011 at 12:54 PM

    Ugg you're reminding me of snow
    That I do not want at my show
    Keep it, it's all for you
    Great verse too.

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  5. G-ManOctober 21, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    And the seasons just RACE by...
    As do the years
    Loved your 55 Mary
    It's great to see you back
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  6. Other MaryOctober 21, 2011 at 4:50 PM

    Brian - So true..

    FrankandMary - Good for you; glad someone is paying attention!

    Eric - Thanks!

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  7. Other MaryOctober 21, 2011 at 4:52 PM

    Pat - lol, thanks for the visit and the rhyme!

    G-Man - thanks! Good to be back - hope you have a good weekend too.

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  8. Kay L. DaviesOctober 21, 2011 at 4:54 PM

    "dark and stark and raw" — brrr, I know that feeling.
    Very well said.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  9. hedgewitchOctober 21, 2011 at 5:04 PM

    I've been paying lots of attention this year because the summer of extra hot extra long heat has given me a whole new appreciation for these gorgeous fall days--but some years, it all just happens too fast, I agree. Nicely said, a lot in only 55.

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  10. Monkey ManOctober 21, 2011 at 6:05 PM

    How do the seasons sneak up on us with such stealth? Great 55.

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  11. Dave KingOctober 22, 2011 at 5:01 AM

    Each verse seems driven by the jolt of its final line, so appropriate when the subject is death and summer finishing. A clever strategy.

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  12. Other MaryOctober 23, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    Kay - yes, those times are coming, thank you.

    Hedgewitch - It has been an unusual year, fall is my favorite time, and always goes too fast for me. Thanks.

    Monkey Man - The seasons and the years! Thanks!

    Dave - Thank you Dave.

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 27, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    Lovely poem!

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  14. Other MaryOctober 28, 2011 at 7:57 AM

    Rosemary - Thanks very much. Glad you stopped by!

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  15. Short PoemsOctober 28, 2011 at 2:58 PM

    Beautifully written...I enjoyed reading your lines very much.

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  16. Rinkly RimesOctober 28, 2011 at 5:53 PM

    A truly lyrical poem. I felt as though I were walking with you.

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  17. Other MaryNovember 2, 2011 at 11:01 AM

    Short Poems - Thank you, glad you stopped by.

    Rinkly - Thanks so much, always happy to have your company.

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