The Daily Prompt states: What have you been putting off doing? Why?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us TIME.
A day in time.
The second-hand on the clock.
I wonder where time will lead,
are the days left numbered?
Walking down natural paths of green,
one cannot escape time.
The equalizer of all.
Rich, poor, somewhere in between,
time encompasses all like dense fog.
A day in time creates its own history.
The second-hand on the clock goes round,
each second a notch on a an old tree.
Each moment a miniscule epoch,
separated by millennium in digital time.
We are all instruments of moments,
like wrenches in Father Time’s tool box.
One day in time.