You drop your broad hem in a subtle mist
Wrapping the earth in your ample blue robe
As wand’ring hours melt into your kiss
Tranquility circles the half-moon globe
Too late to toil and too early to dream
You sweep the soil in a translucent stream
You snuff out the wink of noon’s golden pear
Tuck your dark edges o’er twilight’s pale fray
I hear a memory finger the air
Of sea-song and sunshine on shore’s far away
Why do you hasten with deep velvet plume
To brush out the roses and wild purple bloom?
Heart held in limbo beneath your cool gown
Bittersweet anguish exudes in a sigh
As futile as knowing that daylight has flown
Into the hollow of night’s lambent eye
Your crescent brooch gleams like an uncut stone
Inspiring dreams; I am not alone
Janet Martin
You do these seasonal poems so well. Have you ever tried a haiku?
ReplyDeleteThey look so easy, with their slippery reference to a season, their multi-layered meanings, and their "wow" flip in the last line. Just seventeen syllables, 5 - 7 - 5, no rhyming. Right up your alley.
Man they’re tough.
I would like to try a Haiku, but it does intimidate me a little. Thank-you for telling me how it's done. I really know nothing about Haiku, assuming it was out of my reach, but I think I might give it a try sometime...
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