Sunday, June 03, 2018
Like Fruit Falling––poem by Dorothy
Like Fruit Falling
Always time is rushing past,
dropping away
like fruit falling
from the tree of eternity.
The calendar
keeps on turning,
almost before we have noted
the passing days.
Months seem like weeks,
weeks like minutes,
our lives moths
caught in flames.
Don't lament the passage.
Throw yourself into the fire.
Dorothy Walters
April 29, 2018
