Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Of Garnered Fields and Silvered Sedge





We didn’t know the ebb and flow
Of morn to night and blue to gold
Would weave with such unhurried ease
From bud to leaf to memories

And while we danced the dance of youth
Unhindered by Time’s timeless truth
We didn’t know how fast we’d fill
A book that opens at free will

…to spill upon thought’s cloven gaze
A filament of woven days
Where echoes wield a double edge
Of garnered field and silvered sedge

© Janet Martin

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