A LITTLE TIME

Tarry your tempo, time

Slow your swift crusade

Grant me another glimpse

of the wandering nymphs

From distant north they fly

to warm southern skies

magical mystic migrants

feathered sunrise surprise

Polka dotted horizon

as far as eye can stretch

Fluttering mother and offspring

Eating, sleeping on wing

all I'm asking is a little time

before the death of dawn

Cotton candy curtains drawn

before the closing chime

- AN EXPERIMENT IN ALLITERATION