7 Poems

The City in the Hourglass

  Somewhere there is a city in a hourglass,
  where sand pours like rain down the roofs to the ground,
  cascading through each person's life in a shower of time,
  golden and glowing,
  filing each day with precious sunlight,
  people wade through it,
  unknowing and uncaring,
  always blind to the light shed on their plight,
  struggling through each day,
  not living,
  but breathing,
  somewhere there is a city in a hourglass,
  where no one knows time is trickling by.

Leaves under my feet

My feet gently brush the earth below my feet,
yet the air is filled with a crispy crunch,
so delightful and sweet, 
for it is the sound of jewels under my feet.