Precious Time A priceless commodity Doubtless clouds Nourish my spirit Now above the concerns of clocks and schedules No longer shackled to relentless demands Sleepless nights now out of reach The warmth of time Frees my spirit Precious time Others are Reading Ice Cream Haiku Flash Fiction: White Shoes Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: The Siren’s Cliff Rambling Christmas Wife & Mother Through Another’s Eyes The Flesh Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 5 × six =