Poetry: Has time slipped away?

The days have passed so quickly, where has the summer gone?

Cool winds blowing my hair gently,

Time
reflects in the carving of a deep canyon
by a river.

Time
reflects in the blooming and fruiting
and endless overgrowth
that

While toil lends time,

Joy steals it, whipping it around corners

Like a wind over a landscape,

Speeding through life's moments.

One hundred five and still alive

Alert clear headed how she thrives

One wonders how she spends her days

While all that

The Time that Goes By


Ticking,
rhythmically,
the seconds pass,
turning into minutes,
then hours.
Days become weeks,
folding