We touch the tip of pen to page
What word will spill its jot?
Gleaned from a strange and silent stage
In the expanse of thought
Earth’s country-side is summer-sweet
It lures the roving eye
Out to an edge we cannot reach
At the expanse of sky
…and all the while our glances gulp
at priceless works of art
to pin where nothing can annul
Expanses of the heart
How swift a season seeps into
That bastioned by-and-by
It tints with russet, gold and blue
Expanses of a sigh
The rooming-house of all our dates
Whether staid or sublime
Soon joins the hour that dissipates
In the expanse of Time
Darling, a day-dream’s luxury
Is better shared somehow
Let’s make a brand-new memory
In this expanse of Now
© Janet Martin
Saturday again, already?!
Almost half-way through July?! Didn’t we just celebrate Canada Day?
Let’s get out there and make the most of what we have…moments!
A few of yesterday's moments shaped to memories... (I should know better than to say, 'okay, now please look normal!'