Heat is heavy with moisture <br />weighing down the grass, <br />the tendrils of my hair <br />wet and wayward from <br />restless fingers teasing <br />a sweat soaked scalp. <br />Moon shrinks from full, <br />so quickly losing ripeness <br />moving from mother <br />to crone in moments <br />it seems. So quick, <br />so quick the years flow <br />child on the beach, <br />woman dancing <br />then grieving for <br />the babe unborn <br />the lover lost <br />the subtle signs <br />that blur the eyes <br />and then the edges <br />of the body once so <br />crisp and clean and young. <br />Still strong, still vital, full <br />of all the needful things <br />with powers and persuasions <br />all unknown to youth. <br />Maiden, mother, crone <br />the trinity all women <br />house within.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-shifts/
