Monday, January 13, 2014

Ere Wings This Little Day...





Ere wings to rest this little day
Of sundry want and wonder
As unknowns their indictments splay
Within our thought to ponder

…And ere its flight disintegrates
In soundless composition
Its palavering and debate
Fodder for recollection

Ere droops the bloom of good intent
Of darling dream and duty
As morning’s silver stream is bent
To twilight’s tempest-beauty

…ah, would that we taste full its sweet
Its wisp of want and weeping
Ere daylight dies beneath our feet
To past’s eternal keeping

© Janet Martin



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