Winter Part two

  And I watch the passing of my life,

Marked by the growth and decay of things around me,

The paradox of life and death go on simultaneously.

Like the silver birch trees that now stand five feet tall,

Were once little more than dust, as seeds within my palm

And the once bright new huts

Now lie weathered grey, fringed with green of algae.

Time goes on and in which am I, in growth or decay?




All these changing cycles, seasons of growth and Decay

(that mark the passing of time);

Make me Ponder, “how soft is my egg”?

As I imagine the falling grains of sand within a wasted glass,

A grain of sand becomes a comma,

(in life’s punctuation of time),

A comma a swallows return,

A season past, new, yet older.



Such thoughts would make a man maudlin,

To ponder Such introversions,

But then to gaze heavenward

On a starlit night and marvel at our insignificance.

Distances get lost in O’s of light years,

The very concept difficult to grasp.

A little speck of insignificant illumination

Not a star, but a galaxy,

A million million stars whose light set out before

Our planet’s birth and was halfway here

When dinosaurs were kings.

Stars, galaxies, wonder.

Look!

A streaking flash;

A meteor.

To hurtle through space for a million years

And in the Blinking of an eye

Live as fire.

To be caught by atmosphere and retina,

What a fleeting life is that.

So I too have my season..