Thursday, August 19, 2010

September in Waiting.....

You shiver in the aspen tree
You hover in the sigh
Of stalwart corn-stalk infantry
Reaching for the sky…..

You tarry in the gilded bush
And etch with burnished gold
Each leaf of green; the orchards blush
Beneath the wand you hold

Did we not witness spring’s glad mirth?
Upon each slope and field
But yesterday; when did the earth
Relinquish her fair shield?

You breathe within the slumbering
Of muted purple sky
Ah, years need no more numbering
Than minnows passing by

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Janet Martin

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