True Test of Time

Full Moon Magic Art Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver

True Test of Time

The full moon rose over suburban streets
faint traces of daylight slowly draining
from a shadowed sky…
… bats swooped above tree silhouettes
darker shades against the night…

Branches echoed with a babbled chorus
as parrots squabbled for tree-space
and one by one lights shone
from regimented rows of houses…

There was a measure of stillness
as night took over from day
autumn kissed my aging cheeks
chill lips against my skin
as a muted sense of calmness
permeated the quiet streets
somewhere a dog barked
and the last echoes of children playing
fell to silence…

I realized there was a peacefulness
in such a setting
even though it was not the tranquility
of my beloved wilderness…
… was it that I had become accustomed to my new surroundings
acclimatized to the hum of traffic and the way
buildings blocked the view?

Me by Me

As I ambled through the twi-lit streets
my youngest son, at 22, slowed his pace to match his mum’s…
… yes, the same mum who had hurried his little feet to school-
– stopped to tie his scuffed shoes… held his small hand in hers
and smiled… come on son, we’ll be late…
… as if sensing my poignant thoughts my man-child
smiled at me, nice night, was all he said.
*
How things change, as the years change
pace slows and thoughts take on reflective layers
each passing month… each year that slips by
offers insights new and rewarding
as a full moon rose over suburban streets
faint traces of daylight slowly drained
from a shadowed sky…
I smiled at the evening stars
that appeared one by one
and realized there was a peacefulness
in such a setting
even though it was not the tranquility
of my beloved wilderness…

Perhaps the true test of time
is to find such peace
where ever one resides.
*

Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver

7 thoughts on “True Test of Time

  1. I watched the children turn to adults
    As I grew middle aged
    They took my place
    In the centered time of life
    As I grew old

    I hear you. Time passes far too fast.

  2. Time travels on
    And leaves me stranded.
    I explore the strange land
    And find a new portal to why might com next
    For to survive
    We must never surrender
    And keep looking at the positive
    Love miss life worth living

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