Time

It slips past without a whisper

Each moment a moment gone

Memories, memories fade

In the twilight

A light may flicker

But in the blink of an eye

You will be gone

And time will slip past

                        to find another

I think this is from around 2010

Winter tree, by Stephen

Version 1

The winter skeleton of the flame red autumn tree
forlorn against the glowering grey sky
bends back and forth in the wind
dancing through the winter storm
waiting for spring buds to create its summer dress

Version 2

Sitting on the freezing park bench
looking at the grey frost covered tree
remembering the flame red autumn tree

The sky roofed over with low grey cloud
Mirrored in the frozen pond
the mind slowly clouding like the sky

senses dulling over going numb
the world going grey in the mind
slowly becoming one with my little tree

rapid thumping coming closer
high pitched laughter and a squeal
small arms wrapped round the neck

a voice telling me Im cold
as I swim back to reality
lets go get a hot drink