The Hour

Ruth Rowe

Ruth Rowe

The Hour

given in the Spring

returns to us in the Fall

An investment they say

in the hard causes

of efficiency


Time’s Keepers

will be hard pressed

to know how to repay

the hour they’ve taken

from the man who

dies in August


Better to die 

in the long winter

when the daffodils sleep

beneath long snow drifts

Then that hour

is your own


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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