Wednesday, September 12, 2012


A short while ago it gleamed with elation
A highway of hope to the edge of the sky
Somewhere, somehow on the lilt of a season
It falls from hello to the brink of good-by

It folds and unfolds in the dusk and the dawning
And somewhere between the bare fallow and sheaves
We plant, we harvest, and we lie on the awning
Of clover and daisy and sun-dappled leaves

The absolute blue of July’s noon pavilion
The tundra of green in June, tender-sweet
The blush of the rose in Augusts’ sultry garden
The deepening amber of barley and wheat

The laughter of children in barefooted banter
The song of the sea as it rushes to shore
These shape the memory caught in a moment
Of pure summer sunshine and nothing more

…but now, as we finger her frayed, tarnished presence
And beg her to tarry a longer while yet
We feel her reply in the day’s waning essence
This is the hour of sweet summer-set

© Janet Martin


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