Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Soon Time Forgets





Dusk like a gentle mother
Gathers the day to her breast
Tucking its remnant blue blanket
‘Round little dying day’s nest

Somewhere by firelight flicker
Mothers and children play
Before bedtime stories and lullabies
Whisper frayed fragments away

Soft, like the notes of a ballad
Dripping from ethereal holds
Twilight falls over the planet
Deeper and deeper it folds

Soon time forgets this blue hour
Soon morning ruffles the air
But now, like a gentle mother
Dusk folds its fringes in prayer

© Janet Martin

Bluer and bluer dusk covers the day...

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