Fickle Time Poem by karen sinclair

Center-piece to December
We swoon over evergreen pine
Nostalgia wistfully remember
An ode for such a short time

And we love it till we disassemble
Then throw out as old bean cans
How fickle is the feathers
That tickle the fancy of easily distracted
Human
Kind

Then we praise the humble daffodil
The homeliness of the oak
The weeping of the Willow
Ivy's strangulating choke

Yet, today I stood just feet away from
A most honourable nurturing pine
Displaying on its top leaves
Its young cream sapling line

Cones which hold the future
Yet secretly store the past
And i was in mind heaven
Tranquility for a moment
Of which i wished would
Hopefully last

Then a cat went by.....
I got distracted
Went in, had a cup of tea
Embarrassed when i reconsidered
Fickle, shallow me!