Times Whispers - Trudie Shannon, Fred Williamson & Lester Queripel,

Time has hollow hands
Cups its palms irreverently
Forever hopeful
I’m frozen in thought
Storm cloud passes over the sea
No rain to touch the waves
The sun shines on swaying flower baskets
The winds light caress
A ripple across delicate petals
Nature too is held in thrall
To master time and majesty
Impossible to measure
Priceless in value
The intake of cool air and oxygen
In silence
I hear no birdsong
Only whispers
Of intelligence

Trudie Shannon, Fred Williamson & Lester Queripel