Through this framed square the seasons pass
Time's languid whispers on the grass
As parents with a tender eye
Watch its swift slideshow flicking by
They reach but they cannot restrain
The pictures passing through this frame
It frames the wak'ning of the earth
Of bud and spring, of hope and mirth
Of tiny, bumbling baby feet
Discovering nature, curious, sweet
Where Time for one brief moment halts
Before it cart-wheels, somersaults
On sapphire backdrop scenes unfold
In summer’s laughing hour of gold
A frame where dogs and children run
Toward the bar of setting sun
Their voices falling on the eve
Like drops of rain or drifting leaves
…and autumn paints its pictures too
Murals of amber, red and blue
Yet, as we struggle to recall
The fleeting essence of them all
We grasp, at best, upon our hearts
Impressionistic works of art
Through this stark frame a life unfolds
'Neath summer's sun and winter's cold
As restless moments leap and fly
In ethereal prisms to the sky
We let our tears fall without shame
For it is such a precious frame
Janet Martin
I love this poem . . . and the picture? You really do have a lot of rolling pins.
ReplyDeleteMy strongest weakness-I'm an all or nothing kind of person, betcha you couldn't tell! at one time in my life I collected rolling pins. I have approximately 120 different types...why? Beats me.Think I could sell them on e-bay? When my kids friend's ask me why I collect them I say, 'oh, you know, so that someday when someone is trying to explain to you who the old lady is that just died they can say, you know, that lady with all the rolling pins'! :)))
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