A New Beautiful

Yes, the week has succeeded in almost stripping this tree...It's next robe will be white:) The air has a 'white' feel to it this morning.

Do not weep

Though what we had

Has softly slipped away

We cannot keep

Within our hand

One jot of yesterday

But, oh my love

Within our hearts

We hold its echo fast

For sorrow’s joy

That day imparts

Is soon a shadow cast

But just as beauty

Fades away

And summer becomes fall

So, my love

Is this new day

A whole new ‘beautiful’

The canvas on

Which time is breathed

Is graciously imbued

With glorious dawn

And gentle eve

In twilight’s solitude

And though its eager

Fingers clench

Time’s ever-hastening hour

We smile

For it can never quench

The bud that holds the flower

Though it cannot

Revive the bloom

Of summer’s bountiful

It spreads across

Earth’s living-room

A whole new beautiful

© Janet Martin