Annette Wynne’s poem "Each New Little Day Slips Out of My Hand" reflects on the fleeting nature of time and the contrasting experiences of good and bad days. Through simple language and a flowing rhyme scheme, Wynne captures the bittersweet cycle of days passing, with good days seeming to vanish quickly and bad days lingering. The poet uses repetition, as in "Each new little day," and imagery of holding and folding days to evoke a sense of longing to preserve joyful moments. The reflective tone and cyclical structure emphasize the inevitability of time’s passage while ending with a hopeful acceptance of each new day.