Season of Recollection

It is the season of recollection

Pallid husks stripped of summer’s full worth

Bow in the garden; a forlorn expression

Of seed to flower to harvest to earth

Belles of summer in burnished apparel

Softly relinquish their time-tattered gown

To brawny passions of autumn’s arrival

Prelude to winter and wisdom’s white crown

Hope lives eternal in realization

Though husks of a season may garnish the breeze

Promise persists in the seeds that have fallen

From desire to touch to memories

It is a season of recollection

The teardrops of summer seep into the earth

Where time’s tender heartbeat cradles resurrection

From tomb to womb to Spring’s glad re-birth

© Janet Martin