Wednesday, December 19, 2012

The Way of Days and Other Such Things

Like honey-suckle of summer
Soon this little day will lie
Beneath the shrouds of winter
And December’s lullaby

Like snow upon the fallow
Melting in the high-noon sun
This day slips to the hollow
Where all life’s moments run

We rise, but to surrender
No one can flee or steal
Time’s portent from the fingers
Of the Potter at the wheel

The orbit of each season
Like all things living must
Relinquish transient reason
Returning dust to dust

Like the wick of a candle
Illuminated by a spark
Before the puff of winter
Snuffs its light and it is dark

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed!