Today’s prompt: “write an abecedarian poem—a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet.” (http://www.napowrimo.net/day-nineteen-4/)
Time
About around this time
but not until later when,
crashing like a meteor,
dust settles around the
edges of reality and a
fall of sun light
greets the day.
How wondrous, then,
is the morning!
Just in time to
keep the birds singing
long into the afternoon,
multitudinous and raucous,
never too late.
Oh, how languorous is the
pulchritude of the afternoon!
Quieting as time
runs slow, winding down,
slipping toward dusk.
Tide and time wait for all
until darkness stills the
vibrancy of mind, pulse, breath.
Wonder and sleep. The
x-y axis of consciousness
yonder the downward slide, the
zone of dreams.
John the Librarian 