Days Are Numbered Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The days of the month follow in a pattern
Shuttled one after another… what’s next?
Never entertaining a change of arrangement
Notations remind of activities that are exed

Backward and forward…reverse and advance
Watch the changing season… flip calendar pages
As the delicate petals of the red roses fade
Listen as leaves bleed through autumn stages

Yellows, reds and orange turning into mulch
As the gander flies southward and the V departs
The leader instinctively guides straight ahead
To warmth… prompted by a beating of the heart

Pulsating with endurance until dampened by rain
Flowing into the rivers advancing to open gates
Wakening to the smells of familiar recollections
Letting go of the numbness of numbered dates

3/2/08