Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Bare-foot in the Garden...

When the leaves fall
They take with them another summer
While we stoke echoes and recall
Fragments of pictures

Time is green now
Kissed by sun and strummed by summer’s
Then we almost forget how

The undertow that seals the ebb
And flow of flower-
Scatters petals, pink, yellow, red
Like when we were a

Then almost we forget the number
Of summers
And for the briefest glance it seems
Like nothing much has

© Janet Martin

When I am bare foot in the garden it is easy to forget the years
that spread twixt childhood and Now:)

Tell us about a summer moment when you embraced your youth in a good way. 

“Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.”
~Marty Rubin


  1. What a lovely post, Janet. So true: every summer we go back in time, and there's this feeling that "nothing much has changed." Hope it's a glimpse of reality, rather than an illusion: some things do stay the same. I'd like to think that :)

    1. Thank-you Sasha, I like to think that too, and I believe the fundamentals don't! gardens, laughter,the smell and sound of rain-song tempering dust.(right now its the sprinkler tempering dust. we are very dry this summer.)...the luxury of garden dirt on bare feet as long as its not hot mid-day!


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