Time whispers in ticking hands,
moments slip through fingers,
like sand in an hourglass.

January's promise,
February's hope,
March brings renewal.

In the rhythm of days,
emotions pulse,
clocks echo hearts.

April's bloom,
May’s warmth,
June dances in light.

Each second a memory,
each minute a dream,
July's laughter,
August’s embrace.

September reflects,
October reveals,
November breathes change.

December sighs,
a cycle ends,
yet begins anew.

In the silent march of hours,
we find love, loss,
and the strength to begin again.

-s.shaw
july 02, 2024.
© s. 🎧⭑