There Was A Time


There was time when Death was quiet.  People forgot to listen.

My grandparents were old and white haired.  They did not hear death.

Do you glide along a tightrope ignoring demise?

There is a time when the thermometer spells daffodils.

When January is too warm and you wonder how the earth rotates

with global warming, with climate change.

Death rubs her hands and chuckles.

Wasn’t Death a man?  Dude with a scythe.

My friend swung a long, sharp scythe in the late spring

to cut hay, rake it into piles, haul it to the barn

where all the handles were latches

of handmade wood and metal.

Cutting down, cutting out, cutting off.

Let’s cut out of here.


There was a time my mind was clear

as a dew drop on a cedar bow.  When I saw

life as simple as a bluebell.

~C.J. Prince



About cjprinceauthor

I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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One Response to There Was A Time

  1. susanissima says:

    It comes and goes, doesn’t it Cj? Nice to read your work. I miss you!

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