Thursday, October 10, 2013

...Where Memories Grow

The rhythmic chant of tick and tock
Soon strips the rose and hollyhock
Its song of leaf and garnered sheaf
Wan remnants on hillside and walk

The minuet of rise-and-set
Cradles our victory and regret
And still the clock chants tick and tock
In dusk to dawn-sky pirouette

How soon the swoon of sun and moon
Slips over December and June
Its silhouette a seamless thread
Of midnight, morning, afternoon

The ebb and flow of bud to snow
Of holding on and letting go
Drips from life’s spoon, its tender tune
Falls to a place where memories grow

© Janet Martin

Here's to another day of planting memories!
(Victoria just now announced, 'tomorrow we can say, the wedding is tomorrow!';)

The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation. Ps. 118:14

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