Tuesday, July 31, 2012


Soft morning’s lavish profusion of grace
Creeps though the window and kisses my face

From pink misty meadow against thinning dark
A minuet ripples of cricket and lark

Out on the skyline the woodlot is blue
The color of wishing and missing you

Triumph and heartache in mystic shades splay
Nobody knows which it will be today

Yesterday’s wheat field is nothing but stubble
Such is the yield of this life and its trouble

© Janet Martin

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