Time is an intrinsic and measurable medium only in the realm of matter; in the realm of consciousness time is only a principle of perspective. - George Santayana
1.
February dawn --
Perched on a lamppost a crow
Guards the empty street.
2.
After a cold rain,
Thin beams of sunlight stream down
Upon wet awnings.
3.
One more old poet
Walks across the drifted snow --
Where did the years go?
