Wednesday, October 7, 2009

But Once

But Once

we look but do not see
what comes but once
in its time then gone

as we move and assume
it will come again
next time round

only to miss what
cannot be if time and
place are not one again

when wonder unfolds in
subtle glimpse of first light
as if all changed in the night

forsythia budded blossomed
and flowered luminous
before my eyes but I

was blind to see
deaf to hear what
came and was so near

ignorant to know
the miracle of awe
before its time had gone

in days of haste
that held little interest
or surprise of what

should have been seen
and remembered before
its hour has passed

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