Saturday, May 6, 2017

To Impending Farewells





Oh, let’s not think about the day
When you and I must say farewell
Darling, let’s concentrate on May
Where bud deploys spring’s canticle

…of purple-gold-blue-blushing bloom
Let’s weave (though grief demands its due)
Love’s sacred joy, before the tomb
Commands its prey from me or you

Let’s make the most of what we have
A subtle sweep of day to day
Before the destiny of grave
Severs the threads we hold today

© Janet Martin


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Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed!