Summer Days

Gone now those dappled childhood days
Of other summers since long passed;
A year ago we parted ways—
The months are long, the chasm vast.

A year in youth plods slowly by,
Then growth steps up its pace;
Twelve months will craft a twinkling eye
And change a girlhood face.

A year in age evaporates,
The weeks roll into one;
And measured time speeds up post-haste
Before a setting sun.

We draw our breath: a first, a last,
And each that lies between;
The flowers bloom, then fade and cast
The spell we dream to dream.


2012 Granddaughter asleep 7-3-2012 003


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