This Sunday afternoon I meant <br />To write a poem but fell asleep. <br />I woke alone in the summer house <br />To hear the raindrops pattering <br />On the wooden roof. Outside the grass <br />Is lush and freshly green. Beyond <br />Upon the paving stones are scattered <br />Apple blossom petals. Already <br />They have begun to fall. <br />Seasons pass and spring follows <br />Spring. Each year it comes anew. <br />Branches sway in the wind, the leaves <br />Fluttering like shoals of fish. <br />Their scales glitter in the sunlight <br />Like a waterfall of time <br />Splashing into eternity.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sub-specie-aeternitatis/