This Hour Is Now Leaving Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This hour is now leaving
Through foliage of time
For short while in its briefing
It had its way and prime
Within buildings of its realms
That raised it high and lows
It’s now in past on whelms
As new things come in slow

The long on turning river
Flowing its water deep
Through moments will deliver
Each hour of its keep
In times of yore and yearning
Where distances are driven
The wheels of time are turning
The aspects it’s given

This day that is now rising
To give us a new call
From under the clouds disguising
Whatever to fate shall fall
Its ages of sunrise and set
To blossoms of growing still
In its ordinary and select
That life to time must fulfill