Chorus of Time by Ann Christine Tabaka

Songs sung to while away time,
waiting for seasons to turn.

Moonlight dances to a mellow tune,
as stars tiptoe across a dynamic sky.

Hours drift by, as the moment’s
beauty transcends a reality,
lost in illusion spun from dreams.

There are moments, lost between
time, hiding from sunlight.

All that is left is an echo of some
past. The answer to the question
that I do not dare to ask.

Earth turns again as it sings along
to the seasons’ changing melody.

Summer to fall,
winter to spring,
an eternal march of time


©2018 Ann Christine Tabaka


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Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos; Pangolin Review, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Mused, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review; Fourth & Sycamore.


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