Monday, May 20, 2013

Of Threads, Thoughts and Things Past






The sky threads the river with silver-blue sheen
The sea threads its glimmer with gold
As spring threads its glory in garments of green
Over earth’s ebony hold

You thread my thought with the hint of a smile
You thread my heart with your sigh
And every so often in my midday mile
You thread a tear in my eye

The bloom threads the stem with petal-fragrance
As leaf-song and flower unfold
Spring threads the air with hope’s effervescence
Where hills become heaven’s threshold

You thread my memory with silver-soft touch
You thread the wish in my sigh
And every so often I miss you so much
You thread that tear in my eye

© Janet Martin

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