Suddenly We Remember...

It’s easy to forget

When the afternoon is a golden pool

Of moments unraveling from an azure spool

Into an hour of warm summer-love

As from the pine-spire the woo of a dove

Rides on the argent breeze

And moments become memories

Without a second glance

Because it’s so easy to forget

In the spicy-sweet trance

Of bronze-burnished bloom

How heaven’s lambent broom

Can sweep away

The remnants of a summer day

Without the slightest regard

For the echo of bare feet

Thrumming across the yard

Or the maple tree, weeping scarlet-red tears

Into the portent of silver-crowned years

Then, suddenly we remember
And we feel old

Even before life’s bittersweet
Cold

© Janet Martin

It only dawned on me today that we are three days away from 'officially-fall'! It's so easy to forget when

the afternoon is a golden pool...I'm going back out there.