Monday, October 24, 2016

Of Leaf-song Spent...





The Brigadoon
Of middle June
And cricket-tune
And harvest moon
Is past

Fall's frosted stills
Mull heady thrills
And ruddy spills
Where summer’s frills
Are cast

The air is deep
A sea of sleep
Where seasons sweep
And eons steep
Its core

As Time is bent
With moments lent
Beneath a tent
Of leaf-song spent
Once more

© Janet Martin

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