Friday, October 25, 2013

There It Goes...





There they go
Ethereal flow
Expanding archives
Of joy and dismay
Zeniths of
Longing and love
Days of our lives
Falling away

See, from the mud
Spring’s new-born bud
Presses, unfolds
A thorn, a rose
See, how it falls
Time’s madrigals
From hold to hold
Its blooms disclose

Ah, there it goes
And no one knows
How near or far
Its breadth extends
Oh, little day
You slip away
Gold with the gray
The hour bends

It laughs and weeps
Flounders and leaps
This moment-tide
Sweeps us along
We touch and taste
Its eager haste
Then render to
The past, its song

© Janet Martin


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