On a lifespan face,
As morrows crowd
Disturbingly close,
You see days burn
At whirlwind pace,
Giving scarce time
To warm a place,
By short day’s end,
For a night’s embrace!
Poetry on a canapé
A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier's poetry
Poetry on a canapé 
So true. The days gets shorter, literally and metaphorically.
If only it was due to a change of season, knowing those long summer days will soon be with us again… Jean-Jacques
I thought that when I decided to “slow down” that time would seem to expand in some way. What I have found is quite the opposite – it contradicted what I learned in high school science class. The more I slow down, the quicker time speeds up. Puzzling!
If you should find the magic that turns that whirlwind pace around, remember your friend out here and send it along. Jean-Jacques
You will be the first one to know!!!’ I will be on the look-out for fairy dust…