There is a soft and sultry sheen
Upon the field of grass
Where every blade of emerald green
Is kissed with liquid glass
As midnight’s raindrops glisten
In the shimmering light of dawn
A misty, moody painting
In the sweep of silver lawn
There’s a soft and sultry aching
In the meadow of my heart
Where time’s giving and taking
Paints a silent work of art
As smiles and sorrow mingle
In the whisper of a sigh
Shimmering in the twinkle
Of a tear within my eye
Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!