Monday, January 16, 2017


The last star fades on paling deep
Time’s tide of days expands its cast
The sky is like a coral mast
Affixed to silver-misted sweep

From eastern brim Someone sets free
A heaven-hymn of peach and pinks
Where sailors of Time’s tempests glimpse
The Keeper of both man and sea

© Janet Martin


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