Alteration like the wind that goes
Forever inside an outlying dream
Thoughts of the wilderness blows
Everything in its circling stream
Years of flowers and growing seeds
Adjusting with its times many years
Veins of the existence earth reads
Again and again through life appears
(Inspiration:
'It Will Not Change'
It will not change now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,
It will live on
In all my songs for you
When I am gone.
Sarah Teasdale)
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adjusting-with-its-times/
