Waning Time by Suzanne Cottrell

Fine grains of white sand
flow silently from 
one hourglass 
globe to the other.

Each grain,  
an increment of time,
a new beginning, an end,
a life, a death.

Marks the passage of time
without interruption,
the inevitability
of a life cycle.

One globe empties, void of life,
as one fills with grains
of sand, a mound of
life experiences.

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Suzanne Cottrell lives with her husband and three rescue dogs in rural Piedmont North Carolina.  An outdoor enthusiast and retired teacher, she enjoys reading, writing, knitting, hiking, Pilates, and yoga.  She enjoys writing and experimenting with poetry and flash fiction.  Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies such as the Avocet, The Remembered Arts Journal, Plum Tree Tavern, Poetry Quarterly, The Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, and Burningword Literary Journal.