Time is Dead (a shorty)

Submitted this for Saturday Shorts over at the Flexwriter's Cafe. I was inspired by the photo below...




Time is Dead

Yesterday's prayers wither like the hours
The hands fading out the crescendo of hope -
a young girl playing dress up,
first day of school - seeds in soil
Today is new,
but it is stiff and numb

Caught in the grit of January
and sorely wanting April.