Monday, March 18, 2013


(it is storming like mid-winter today, instead of almost spring)

I watch
Time trace her proof
Where virgin-bud
Of spring and youth
Have fled
Relenting to
Summer’s passage
Then red
as autumn is spent
And winter
Unleashes its elements
On your head

© Janet Martin

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Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!