A Year of Poems – Day 166

The ticking time draws closer
Spiraling inward by degrees
Measured out in even spaces
Regular intervals around the face
of the kindly grandfather
winding his slow way ‘round the garden
passing the gate, the oak, and the roses
and then all three again in a circular pass
till beauty whirls in a green blur
that ages every pupil
unaccustomed as we are
to seeing beauty repeat again.

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