"Turnings"
Jan Bowman
Turnings
How good
that days begin, as they do,
with roses in the sky and crisp promise
in the air, while we can climb a hill
and scale a hundred stairs,
How good
that months turn, as they do,
with lunar cycles quartered into seasons
like apples fair, while we can still taste crispness
and chew a time so rare,
How good
that years turn, as they do,
with more desire, ambition, gain at first
and less when loss has taught us what we need to know
with time to spare.
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