Exodus Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering up and down measures of life, their existence
quite hidden in depths of life as it flows constantly
through time and its sacred rhythms, always running and
racing into the midst of energetic melodies and harmonies,
starting and finishing them one after another.

A special and protective clasping of mind and intellect
holding onto all of it at once, a wonderful, fine exodus
of time growing and blossoming along poetical fields of
flowers and their songs of nature, combing through the woods,
allocating and giving life in poetry.