Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Soft, Like Summer Snow





Hour falls asunder
Flower follows suit
New bud wakens wonder
Bearing fleeting fruit

Laughter filters sorrow
Present spills to past
Drawing from the morrow
Refills to its cast

Girl becomes a woman
Boy becomes a man
Mother hears an echo
Catch me if you can’

Sing a song of seasons
Round and round they go
Flowers, hours falling
Soft, like summer snow


© Janet Martin


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