Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Yesterday was Summer's Sister

Yesterday was Summer's sister,
today the leaves come floating down;
Autumn haunts the gilded air,
while Orion trails the Summer Crown.

Today is golden in its passing glow,
Yesterday's shadow soon to be;
the stars dance on and on, while
our lives by the moments flee.

Yesterdays race by more swiftly
than Today knows how to catch,
the months and years, they disappear, 
like flame upon a match.

Today is the joy, the gift, the song
that Yesterday poured her music into;
it is the symphony in which we play,
which tunes our lives anew.

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