Monday, October 26, 2020

Like A Scarf...


Everything we see is like a scarf 
wrapped around 
More Than Meets the Eye



There's no doubt about it; 
the colour-clock is counting down its tints, 
leaf by leaf, 
like a scarf dismantling
stitch by stitch


Beneath our feet the bittersweet fragments of glory gleam...



The rain drains woodlands of mosaics; scarlet yields to gray 
The wind dwindles leaf-kindled awe as autumn awnings fray 
Beneath our feet the bittersweet fragments of glory gleam 
A little bit like echoes from a fond and altered dream 

The gold that boldly stole our breath while death regaled our view 
With leafy-limbed apparel sketched on backdrops brooding-blue 
Surrenders; for the Splendor cannot keep at bay the toll 
That dismantles tree-mantles like the veil that shrouds the Soul 

Earth’s smorgasbord of beauty is a marvel to behold 
But Time, the tireless Tutor soon reveals more than the mold 
And we who once were deluded by what our eyes applaud 
Become attuned to sums beneath the first-fruits of façade 

The Season-clock is never knocked off-kilter; day by day 
And leaf by leaf and tick by tock Death stalks its primal prey 
Where breath by breath we weave a wreath like leaf or flower-chains 
Till the circle of life falls like a scarf from What Remains
 

© Janet Martin



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