Of Lulls and Such...

Now the sunrise

Has dissolved

In yellow on the street

The azure hull

Of mid-day’s lull

Arouses rippled heat

The eager breeze

Hides in the trees

Among its leafy tress

The glistening brow

Coveting now

Her cool and kind caress

The morning rush

Dies in the hush

Of sweltering high noon

And all is still

Save for the trill

Of song-bird’s lilting tune

Now the urgency

Of having

Eases its duress

The heart is full

As living’s lull

Extends a kind caress

The eager gleam

Of spring-tide’s dream

Is filled with wisdom’s glow

As summer fades

And autumn shades

Suggest a hint of snow

Middle-age rush

Dies in the hush

Of twilight’s gentle breeze

The heart is still

Save for the trill

Of precious memories

© Janet Martin