Moods And Tides Poem by Jeanne Fiedler

</>The edge of sun
colors and patterns
changing subtly
a new refrain
a new season
September birth...

The slowly changing
cycle - turning -
The world is fast,
flying by...
Wandering,
where does it go?

Wars and rebellions,
jobs draining
left dripping
in the sun,
drip... drip...drip...
Frightened creatures
of the earth
Us loosely tied
human beings,
waiting...waiting...

Changes, changes
are slowly forming
hopefully...
drying out
the droning
monotone...