Gliding Across Time

The newscasters are all getting older
The movie stars are passing from view
I hesitate to look in the mirror
There’s no doubt that I’m aging too

Another fall season approaches
You can see it in the leaves on the trees
A cool breeze blows around your ankles
And a chill causes a quake in your knees

But between the gusts there is silence
A pause in the wind howling and blowing
Where the snap of the creek tosses
Chilling the rocks it’s overflowing

Soon there will be a layer of ice
So thickened until shiny and hard
And children with skates will come running
From every direction and backyard

So many colorful socks and hats
Adorning the youth as they fly
Across the ice as I watch them
Passing over the scene with my eye

I might be enticed to step out and join them
Though carefully with a guided speed
It takes only a few gliding steps now
With memories it’s all I need

Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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