Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Daylight Dirge





Dusk does not wave congratulatory banners
For our wee triumphs; save for green leaf turning black
Against the deepening palette of dripping moments
Drawing star-frothed fabric across our backs

And it does not speak of breath-wrenching surrender
Because in the battle against Time and its touch
We cannot win; but watch mute mist cloak the valley
As summer and children drift from our clutch

Dusk does not tell of tortured heart-tangos
As the air spills dew-fragrant memories of youth
Into the darkness where earth slips beyond vision
And sable stillness whispers life’s timeless truths

Dusk, like a gentle mother of many
Does not scold or threaten as its shadow is cast
But tucks the chatter of sun-threaded hours
Softly and tenderly into the past

© Janet Martin


2 comments:

  1. Hi Janet,
    This is lovely:

    "But tucks the chatter of sun-threaded hours
    Softly and tenderly into the past"

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