Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow ...

The October south-east breeze is fresh

and carries with it such perfume,

through casements, with the morning light 

the sweet scent fills the room 

  

Make some time to know the gift

of this holy Trinity,

performing perfect miracles 

for those who pause enough to breathe

  

Flowers, oh so aptly named

bright colours that so swiftly fade

as with the Oriole’s song

delight in Now, before they’re gone

 

Mauves and purples pass to white

like moments of one's fleeting life;

All our loves and all our sorrows 

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow …