Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Happy, Happy, Happy...September!





Time’s sickle fells hours

Where flower and field

And bent orchard bowers

Shower earth with yield

Man grapples with learning

A yearning-shod chase

Of kind no-returning

His journey, pure grace

…while feet trample ages

Time wages its will

Washing dirt-hurt pages

Until it stands still

Futile to resist it

Its mist-morning swell

Though kindly we kiss it

Insists on farewell


….time’s sickle fells hours

And no one can keep

What never was ours

Flowers and fields sleep



© Janet Martin




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