keeping time

you watch
the clock move,
it's black
hands rising
and falling
with each new
tick of each
second turning
towards
minutes, then
hours. and
the page of
the calendar
across the room
waits patiently
it's turn,
while the trees
outside join in
and let their
leaves drop
in a flurry
of timed color.
your hair too
grows white while
you bend towards
your own
tomorrow.