Who Knows Where The Time Goes Poem by Diana Rosser

Who Knows Where The Time Goes



time wraps itself
warm as the Christmas coat
chosen for me

the wild weather
sings in my heart
and the gulls cry

the perfect hat
the perfect day

not just that day
but the next
and the one
that followed after.

time strung across
red bracken
grey winter light
and
starlings in the heavens

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