Monday, October 19, 2015

Autumnal Madrigal






Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere
The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here
Where earth is smitten with plush quietness
Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress

Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance
A madrigal of autumnal romance
Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal
Where Triumph’s surmount rolls shut like a scroll

Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips
Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips
Where there is nothing new under the sun
Yet every end is a new Thing begun

Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame
Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game
Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped
And tucked across a pale, subdued landscape

© Janet Martin


Then, just for fun I shuffled some lines:)



Now births upon Yon’s beaming stratosphere
Beneath the rags of summer’s raving tress
The essence of a Presence; Sacred Here
Where earth is smitten with plush quietness

Now breaks the captive wake of circumstance
Where Triumph's surmount rolls shut like a scroll
A madrigal of autumnal romance
Nature, the noiseless Victor strips its goal

Spartan, its overlay of echoes drips
Where there is nothing new under the sun
Like Future replayed on foreigner’s lips
For every end is a new Thing begun

Between the forecast and past’s jaded flame
Where the air like a thin blue veil is draped
Pursuit and surrender commence, Time’s game
Plucked, tucked across a pale subdued landscape

© Janet Martin

 


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